I got out there around 11 or so today. Met Scott V. when I was on my out to check out the last lot on the north side. Scott had a dismal report for that end of the lake. I flipped a, er, made a u-turn and followed Scott over the dam to the docks.
We fished that area for the rest of the afternoon. There were trout riseing over a pretty wide area. They were taking the bees that fell to the water. I know because me and Scott both watched it happen. My floating line was within easy reach, if I was at home standing next to the kitchen table. D'oh!
Anyway, they would take a 'bugger that was yellow with black hackle, at least a few of them would. We each caught a few, and lost a few. It was plenty of action to keep you interested.
Took my buddy Duke out with me this time to see how he'd do. Except for an initial leap out the window to go chase geese all went well. He took up his station in the pram and held up his end all day long. He never once criticized my casting, boat handling, or release technique. I gotta say though, he is hard to impress. A 5lb trout was only worth a sniff and a bored yawn. Geez.
Here's Duke manning his station, he was worn out after all this.
And here's a couple shots of Scott enjoying a pleasant Sunday afternoon.
The good times are where you find them. Ed
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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