Saturday, caught fish but this is the only one worth a post.
Sunday, christening of the new sled. Not my boat, I do wish though, this thing is a duck huntin', fishin' machine. That Mud Buddy is one serious piece of motor. Only one fish hooked before Mother Nature unleashed her fury, a false hooked Whitey. D, if you're reading this, thanks for a shitty day fishing but awesome day with the new boat.
Monday, a different lake, a different sled (if you can call it that). Mine. Let's just start by saying that a windy, choppy lake is NO place for a 16' Clacka with a 4 horse. It got so windy that two little kids in a canoe flipped. They were on the other side of the lake from where their camp was and scared shitless. We were the only other boat around as they frantically flagged us down. These little guys were soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably, thankfully they had their lifejackets on. Before we even beached our boat they were in it, eyes as big as pie plates. As my friend ran over to rescue the canoe, it was 90% submerged but still reachable, I covered the boys up with all the extra warm gear stashed in my boat (thanks to Simms for the hook up at the Fish Bowl, the gear I got helped these little guys out big time). Moments later mom and dad showed up in their jet-sled, those kids jumped in that boat so fast, giving mom a fly-by hug. Canoe tossed in the sled and they were off.
Only one Sucker caught all day.
Beer/smoke break on the beach.
10 minutes later it was time to head for the boat ramp as Mother Nature was about to unleash once again. Lakes suck donkey nuts.
It's all good though, Elle was hanging out in the water with us all weekend.