The morning of Saturday was REALLY slow, not a bite until 9:00am (I was out there since 7am!). But got these guys at the "last moments" of the morning. These guys were quickly released, as usual, without leaving the water.


Spoke to my neighbor Al, and found out his wife has been sick at the hospital which explained why he hasn't been around. I saw that he was using classic Lake Trout gear: short, stout rods with baitcasting outfits and lead-core line.
We mostly went for bass when Somprasong's family came up. Megan became a real professional fisher-person, as she learned to tie a real fishing knot, and cast farther than anyone in the boat.



Brandon caught a couple of smallmouth, but since the action was so slow I decided to troll a bit going to the next bass spot. I expected to hook one and pass the rod to Megan. I explained to the kids that "This is usually where I catch one.... Shouldn't be long." when Pamela caught a "rock". Well the rock started to move. Her drag was set too tight and the rod doubled over. "Help Help Help" exclaimed Pamela.. I told her to take it easy and real up slowly, and to just maintain the bend in the rod. I netted the fish after a few tense moments. Take a look at the HEAD on this fish that Pamlea is holding. The head was disproportionately BIG compared to the body.

Let's compare Pamela's fish to Viet's from August of last year, which had a "funny" looking head:

Saturday night dinner was interrupted by loud cries of what seemed like a bear (Watch "The Bear" movie to hear what I mean). The animal was certainly distressed. May have been trapped or injured. There was quite a commotion at the end of the bay. I didn't hear any shotgun sounds so I assume the bear was tranquilized or managed to get away.


Thanks for the hotpot guys! The sauce was great....
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