
Fantastic!
The organizers and the caterers did a great job this weekend... Thanks!
The trip up was a dandy. We met up with Skooter, Salmon and Dean and Hoss for the journey. The convoy was fun but I think next time Skooter should take P2. He only found the gas pedal at the base of a hill.

With a Saturn towing a boat, I felt like I'd just done a Grand Prix by the time we made it up highway 41. (Scenic and very hilly) Anyway, around lunch time we arrive!
The First Day:
I head out with Topwater on my shakedown cruise of the year. The Battleship has had some mods done over winter and I needed to see the engine running again... We decide to check out a few likely spots and after a quick conversation with Nighttroller and Bucketmouth we found a shoal at the base of a moderate current. Even though the winds were keeping the creases out of the flags, a la Jordan Harbour, believe it or not we got fish here, Catfish, Perch.
Oh yes, and Topwater gets introduced to a Carp fisherman's hook set.
Later that evening it was fellowship and alcohol and we met Mr. J for the first time.
The Second Day:
After a restful slumber (No Steve-G yet

) I rise early for the Pike - Pickerel opener. MT was scraping the frost off the VIP and was gracious enough to allow me to accompany him and RUK to a secluded spot up river.

I actually saw MT catch a fish, then one after another MT and RUK start hammering the OOS Smallies (One was quite big!)
Ethically, I couldn't join them in the Smalliefest

so nothing in the boat for me but I did hook into a large fish that broke me off in about 4 seconds.
Back at the dock, I meet Topwater who clearly wanted to atone for the previous days effort. We trolled around a few choice sandbars and hit a couple of sledge-hammer handles. And then found a nice shallow bay where we tried to cast into a few spots... Rien, Nada, Zilch! So we head back to the place we tried yesterday.
Success!

We hit the jackpot... Good consistent Catfish and Topwater's Mooneye!
Notice the bottom lip job on the Mooneye... (Hope you're feeling better

) We too picked up a few Clams!
Anyway, back at the dock Mr. J and Skooter are fishing/drinking and someone tells us that they are slaying them.

So we visit the lads on the dock to see whats going on. Sure enough, one after another they are hauling in the Cats, and that's when it happened.

Mr. J is non chalantly bringing in another fish when... Bingo! It's a Nice Pike! We all scramble looking for a net, ET grabs one and badda-bing! Mr. J is in heaven. While trying to take the hook out of the beast it becomes apparent that the fish could conceivably slip back into the water. Mr, J is ready to throw his body on it as if it was a grenade. He then holds it for a well deserved picture. (pm me for details regarding the words he used at picture time

)
The day came to a close with more fellowship and I was gone as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The Third Day:
I notice Steve-G had arrived at about 4 am. the following morning. Either that or someone had brought a Pratt and Whitney Jet engine boat! So rather than watch the linens move I arise to find JimW ready for a fish.
We head out to try the same place as yesterday but only hook into 10" Pickerel

So a quick decision and it's off to the sand bar. Guess what? another 10" Pickerel!

All in all, it was kind of a lack lustre start to the day... the weather was once again reminiscent of Bluffs Bar. (3 foot rollers) My kingdom for a nice day!
It was great meeting you JimW and I hope you have continued success with your outdoors program!
Later that evening, I park the Battleship and hook up with a gentleman and scholar, Big-O. We jump in his boat and make it down to the sand bar in about two minutes.

So we set up and start jigging.
Soon after, Big-O gets introduced to my hook-set and up comes a 14" Sauger. (New species for me) It actually was 16 inches because the air bladder is sticking out of it's mouth (Derby point ruling please

)
Two gentlemen named Reid and Tom are fishing close by and want the fish for dinner. So I toss it and like a Blue Jay fielder they miss it! and down she goes... for 10 mins. anyway. They didn't miss it the second time though when Big-O tossed it. (I guess they were real hungry by this time)
So we start talking and next thing you know we're plugging the website to them. Here they are... prospective members!
Good old Steve-G, who must have brought Markus's horseshoe with him this weekend, was battling a Catfish and Cracker was doing his best to keep Reid and Tom's tinnie off Steve's new ride while at the same time netting Steve's fish. (My side is still sore from laughter)
Sorry guys, but you wanted to be on the net.
Then Big-O gets a 22" Pike and I get another species I've never caught... A Ling! How the %&$# do you hold one of these things anyway! Big-O was enjoying every minute!
Back at the dock the festivities were underway... more great fellowship and a nice sing-song around the campfire, some presentations, a fish fry, thanks Big-O, Topwater, and Duck Gunner who went two hours with no pie! (inside joke), and par-tee-ing til' the wee hours of the morning.
See if you can fill in the blanks... "Hey, Mr J!" response:>"________!"
The Final Day:
Another restful slumber... Thanks Hoss for the ear plugs!
I decided to hit a little bay Salmon had mentioned. I didn't get anything but in 20 feet of water I had the most hooks I've ever seen on my sonar, one went from one side of the screen to the other.
Figures, I found them on the last day...
Thanks everyone (you know who you are) for a great time. You all helped make this trip worthwhile and I would encourage anyone sitting on the fence to jump in and participate in a Fish-Hawk.Net outing! And this was one without Markus! Who could have only made it better!
See you at Charleston Lake!

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