So Yuki and I decided to hit Lake Camanche before the storm hit us. Our plan was to meet at 9:30 at the usual spot. The usual spot being the North Shore launch where we've been having the most luck lately.
I took off from the house when my wife left for work and was parked and fishing by ten to nine. No sense hanging around the house just to show up at 9:30. When Yuki arrived, I'd only had one bite and missed it.
As the day wore on, the wind increased in front of the storm. You can see how rough the water started getting. OK, maybe not three foot waves, but not glass calm either.
|Starting to blow.|
|The boat dock|
I had picked up some glazed donuts on the way and the little Mallard decided he should bug me until I shared with him. I normally don't feed the ducks, but he was so friendly I couldn't resist. I got a glazed donut hole and broke it up into about eight pieces. He had no fear of us what so ever. In fact, after the first couple pieces I threw on the ground, he came up and took one from my fingers. On a side note, my fingers stayed on my hand.
|Friendly little critter|
|Let's just stand in your way and be a pest.|
I don't suspect I'll get out until next weekend. The kitchen repair went south again. Too much explain, but let's just say that they damaged the dish washer and now we have water leaks under the cabinet under the sink, the grout lines in the tile are anywhere from 1/8th (which is what they should be) to more than 1/4 inch, and they've stained the bottom of the cabinets of the bar when they did the tile installation. They are starting next Monday to fix things. Once again I have to be here as they do their thing.
Maybe I can get out next Saturday.