Monday skunk?

Today was a total work day. I left the house before daylight and arrived home after dark. My office was about 7 miles long, and the East wind whipped around my work space all day. The sun shone, the clouds billowed, the marsh hens cackled, and the day ended with the horizon reflecting the most beautiful hues of blue, violet, and pink across the water.

My work took me to the lake, where I had the pleasure of fishing with two gentlemen from the Chicago area. They were in search of trout, and we did our best to find those trout. It is a hard, cold fact that the trout have been churning up the waters of this lake for the past two weeks–that is why I chose it.

Today, however, the trout tricked us. Do you know what it’s called when you don’t catch a keeper? It’s called “getting skunked”. Even though the trout were few and far between, we did NOT get skunked.

Every other boat we talked to at the landing asked the same question, “Where are the fish?” Or we heard the same comments, “We just couldn’t find the fish today.”

Many times fishermen lie about not finding fish in order to keep the crowds away from the lake. But I could tell by the perplexed looks on these angler faces, veteran and rookie alike, they were truly as puzzled as I about why we didn’t catch more fish today.

It was such a gorgeous day, shirt-sleeve weather, that we still cannot complain. I’m sure there were many anglers today saying what was said more than once in our boat, “This is why they call it fishing.” And brother did we fish. My guests were true sportsmen willing to hang in there all day, hoping for the late afternoon bite. Besides, if we had left earlier, we would have missed this display.

Violet Sunset

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  1. Thanks for chartering these two yankee buddies. They said it was a blast even tho the fish weren’t biting. Blu has been spoiled fishing down here the last few times and was due a good skunking just to keep him honest.
    Its sacalait in Golden Meadow today for them and more specks and reds in Leeville tomorrow.

  2. Thanks… great time….’tooner boats rock….

    One can’t catch fish all the time but if you twist the space time continuum in a suitable knot it is possible to fish all the time.
    It’s been awhile but I finally figured out that I fish. Yeah buddy, I got a job and a yard and a few other toys and problematic stuff but I fish. It’s what I do.

    Dat Monday skunk got its scent glands grabbed hard and handed back to
    him. He might not of rolled on his back and purred but next time out he will rub on our leg and beg for a white trout.

    Any day with Robert and Todd in it is a treat anyhow.

    From another book on the water;

    “THE River,” corrected the Rat.
    “And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!”
    “By it and with it and on it and in it,” said the Rat. “It’s brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing. Lord! the times we’ve had together…”
    – From The Wind in the Willow

    Back home to freezing temps, inch thick frost, and cold cold cold.


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