Postcard fall day. Blue sky, bright sun, a few leaves hinting at yellow colors to come, cool but comfortable – cool enough to keep the skiers and personal watercrafts on shore. (Actually, a great football day.)
But no fish. Rock is often worth the trip, but this was one of those days it wasn’t. Only a few faint nibbles and then finally a little bass, not even half a pound. Rest of the party got an even smaller perch and an even smaller yet sunnie.
Trolled, still-fished, casted for bass . . . supper was out of the refrigerator.
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