you would think when you're morning starts out like this, it's going to be a stellar day. 

Well, things got off to a great start.  The ride down was filled with laughter and fish stories.  We dropped in the water, and started the pursuit.  The tide was a foot higher than last time.  This could get interesting.  I followed a small cut, towards a larger shell-free pocket.  With all of the fog, and overcastedness, I opted for a black/ chart head skitterwalk.  I walked the dog all over that darn lake with nothing to show for it.  As I approached the northern end, I spook 2 seperate reds.  Finally, some signs of life.  Off in the distance, I see the tip of a tail puncture the surface.  I intentionally overshoot the target by 30 feet or more, so I don't spook him.  After about 5 side to side motions, my skitterwalk vanishes in a sucking boil of water.  Pay dirt.  A healthy 23.5 incher.  We say healthy, but if he was a kid in your gym class in jr. high, he would be the fat one.

About 5 minutes after this, all *word not allowed* broke loose.  You could see it coming across the bay.  And there I sit, in a T-shirt.  My $4,000.00 worth of raingear about 3/4 of a mile away.  Needless to say, I was soaked to the bone by the time I got back to the toon.  The rain and thunder gave us all the same idea, so we loaded up and headed back.  I actually only fished for about an hour and a half. :cry:   At least every one of us caught fish.  (myself, bogdog, toolman, Baystalker, and REDline)

The trip back was a little less fun, being soaking wet, and bucking  a 15 mph headwind.  But we finally made it back.  Here's the toon with 5 yaks.  You should see the looks we get from the other boaters.

Here's a few shots of the monstrosity on dry land.  That is a full-size GMC crew cab.  She stands just under 12 feet tall on the trailer.

Until next time.