|I can't see it, can you?|
|The dead tree (you know the place) at the rear of the picture|
|The other way|
|Across the lake|
|Toward the far end|
|I'm just snapping my little heart out|
I suspect that little three rod sin was the reason I didn't get a nibble.
Couple hours later and back in the truck heading for Red Lake. It is just over the hill after all. Red Lake has been crappy lately to say the least, but with Fall here my hopes were that maybe, just maybe the Brookies were near the dam doing a little Brookie cha-cha.
The water level of the lake was the lowest I've ever seen it in the eight years I've been fishing Red Lake. Very sad.
|Usually sit on those big rocks to fish.|
I have been officially skunked.