
Got the canoe in the water at 9:30 and by 10 I was on trout. Throwing a used-to-be-chrome TopDog Jr., they would come up at hit at it multiple times during a cast, even while the plug was sitting still, but very hard to hook. Only got one to the boat and it was a little short. Probably could have caught a bunch if I hadn't been so hardheaded about wanting to catch them on topwater. Drifted on picking up a few here and there, one keeper. Then really got on 'em at noon on a MirrOlure TT18. For almost an hour it was "Fish On," just about every cast. Mostly shorts, but a few keepers. I violated my own rule of not measuring and only keeping the ones that were obviously legal because all of these were so small and because of a lack of trout at home in the 'fridge. Released some that were legal and kept two out of this bunch for a total of three in the cooler. By 1 the wind was picking up and making the water choppy enough that standing in the canoe to fish was getting dicey so I decided to head up into Walker Creek to see if I could find a red and thinking that I might pick up two more trout. Nothing at all happening in the creek. Not even the big red that I saw last Wednesday and was still hanging out in the same spot would hit anything I tried.
Headed back around to Dad's place at the island and loaded up for the ride home about 4. Coming up Shell Point Hwy, Ba-Dop, Ba-Dop, Ba-Dop, Ba-Dop, Ba-Dop, Ba-Dop........I picked up a roofing nail in the left trailer tire. The kind with the square metal tab on it, so that no matter how it lands it has a sharp point sticking up. The kind that's hell on tires and worse on bare feet. Of course this happens on a stretch with no shade. A little lunch cooler makes a pretty good jackstand for a canoe trailer.


Finished the day with a nice bike ride and three trout in the cooler.
