So we went up and spent the day with my parents along with my aunt and uncle on Goose Lake. We had a great time hanging out, showed off my new motorcycle (a 2008 Yamaha Raider) to my parents. Both seemed genuinely impressed. For Easter dinner, dad worked his magic in the kitchen and made his great fried fish. A huge serving of crappies along with the various salads made for a great feast.
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Afterwards, dad and uncle Keith and myself went out on dads boat and headed over to the crappie spot to see if we could replenish what we ate. They handed me this thing called a spinning rod. It was missing at least four feet of length and had this funny kind of real called an open face real. Sure can't fly fish with this, especially with that slip bobber thing and crappie spinner jig at the end. Dad assured me that the rod was the right length and to start fishing.
Luck was not on our side. All that was caught was a bass in the first five minutes. Dad claims that made him the best fisherman in the boat. I countered that he was the worst since he caught something we were not targeting. Uncle Keith shook his head and chuckled at the two of us. I think he was just happy that I had taken over his anchor duties...something about he'd kept forgetting to bring it up every time dad wanted to change locations. They had been fishing the previous two days with same amount of luck we were having, only with some added anchor drama. The debate over who the best fisherman in the boat continues. At least until we go fishing again.
A couple of hours on the water and we headed back to the dock, fishless and happy.
a little breezy,
a little cool,
lots of sun, and
a little stained and in the 50's.