There’s still hope. If I can resolve a few scheduling issues (and with a little luck), this afternoon could find mye bobbing around in a float tube, half-submerged in near-frozen water while more near-frozen water falls from the sky.
Cross your fingers for me.
The Wonderdog during yesterday's scouting trip
The results of yesterday’s walk/scouting trip to the lake with Wally the Wonderdog weren’t compelling, but they were interesting; the lake was murky but not muddy, and yes, the inlets were moving a lot of water (where fish tend to gather).
It’s too early for smallies, but it’s just right for trout. And there are these fancy-schmancy streamers that need a little field testing to see if they really “drive big fish crazy” like the maker says. (I don’t know if it’s true, but I like the sound of it.)
See you on the lake (maybe), Tom Chandler.
{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }
One year ago you plunged into the icy waters of doom and lived, turn off the word processor and go fish, for tradition’s sake. 40 Rivers To Freedom(Quote)
Looks great. Any walk with mans best friend beats a terrible day going in and out of college courses. I hope that one day I can live even a fraction of the life that you enjoy. College sucks! Benjamin Rioux(Quote)
I know you didn’t make it yesterday. Hope you make it today. The river is dropping up here I will let you know if Friday will work.
David David Roberts(Quote)
Ha! Workmen are gone, and I’ve got two errands, and I’m out floating. About freaking time…. Tom Chandler(Quote)
At last! A photo of the best looking Undergrounder…furiously working out how to find and help catch fish in such a large body of water. Looks like a long swim, Wally. Kentucky Jim(Quote)