We wake up early but it doesn’t matter the wind is already going and it is going to be against us the entire way out. We have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before we leave. The wind isn’t terrible until we round the point and there are white caps as far as you can see. We head into it anyway and slowly make progress. The wind then picks up and we are in 2 ½ to 3 foot waves and although we are making progress we are moving very slowly and it is going to be a long day. The 3 footers stop all momentum and they splash us pretty good. My dad and sister take the lead (still has me beat in his older years). We make it to the channel between Pine and Mcfarland and stop at the campsite to get some rest. We walk around the campsite and we find two 5 horse motors padlocked to a tree and yes it crossed my mind to take it out since Mcfarland isn’t a small lake either but we don’t. We put back in and continue onto Mcfarland and the wind won’t let up. It is no longer 3 footers but we are sapped for energy now and any wind is too much. Another thought crosses my mind, that we should put in at someone’s house and walk back to the car but we don’t. My wife starts pouting saying that she can’t paddle anymore but I give her false hope that once we get to the point in the distance we will be there (which is not true). She is not the happiest once she figures this out, but now we really can see the boat launch now so she lets it slide. We make it to the launch and load up. Some other people show up and I am a little irritated that they have the wind with them but that is how it goes sometimes. On the way out we stop at My Sister’s Place and have some burgers which are excellent.

Conclusion: We all agree that the fishing was terrible but the trip itself was still good. Both my sister and wife say they never want to do another lake of that size and I guess I won’t disagree with them. At least if we do another lake that size it would be nice to have bigger islands or points to shelter ourselves from the wind. I’m sure the fishing can be good if you know where to go and the wind cooperates with you. I floated a worm of the bottom most of the time at camp as that usually works for me but not this time. With or without fish though, it was still a great time.