The Middle Isn't Always The Best Place

Tuesday morning (that would be yesterday) found me at Lake Camanche North Shore at about 0900.

There were already guys fishing out on the peninsula so I just pushed my way in. Does that sound like me? Not really, there was plenty of space.

Set out two rods with rainbow Power Bait, one close in, the other out as far as I could cast.

Was a beautiful, sunny, and eventually warm day. Hit almost 70. Nice and warm. Nice for fishing, bad for February. We're getting to a place where we really need rain. We're maybe 2/3 of average for the year.

On my right was my good friend Rueben. He had one in the bag (he doesn't use a stringer) and in the picture below his second for the day.

Here fishy, fishy

Got him

By the way, here fishy fishy doesn't work except when it's hooked and right at the net. Then again I've lost a few "right at the net".

To my left was this gentleman whom I don't know. When I got there, there were a couple other guys beyond him, but they had left by the time he hooked this one. It was about 3 pounds. I would have gotten pictures, but as you know walking on the rocks is extremely hard on this old body. Trust me, I'm paying for it this morning.

Was about 3 pounds

Me, I'm in the middle. Did I get even a bite? Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zero. OK you get the picture. But it was a nice warm day. T-shirt weather about 11:00. If I'd had a comfortable chair, could have gotten 40 winks.

So that's it. Maybe next time.

Stay tuned.