When you get home from an incredible trip like I had last week to land of the coaster brook trout, there’s a ton of work to be done from unpacking and re-sorting gear to editing photos and writing stories and blogs. But my phone rang last night and buddy Bob Butler said we needed to chuck big flies on his musky lake for at least an hour to break up my work day. I was at his place early this morning for a few casts.
The morning was spectacular but it was too calm for muskies. We made an unsuccessful effort for the elusive predators for about 30 minutes. Then Bob kindly rowed me half the length of his lake while I bounced poppers around sunken trees, rocks and docks. I picked up a pair of largemouth bass, six chunky little smallmouth bass and a bluegill.
I’m back in the home office now and its only 10:30 AM. No matter how bad my day is from here on out, this is already an outstanding one. I’m making the best of the long days of spring and intend on continuing this trend. Next cast is Tuesday where I’ll be spectating as I row Granny down an undisclosed river in our new boat. Your heard me – “new boat” news coming soon!