Saturday, June 10, 2006

We, all awoke reasonably early to calm waters, so we tried some shore fishing, which turned up nothing again. The night was frigid, even for mid-June, so it was tough to guess what the day’s weather had in store. It turned out to be very sunny, mild and windy. We ate a decently sized breakfast and packed up for the day to fish. I had heard Disappointment Lake was appropriately named in regards to fishing. I had also heard it was ironically named in the same regard. A full day’s worth of fishing from canoe proved the former. Tom would boat a six inch smallie every now and again on his Gander Mountain special lure. Scott, in the process of boating a small rock bass, boated a five pound northern instead. Let it be known the best bait is live bait, preferably still on your lure. Other than those cases, the fishing was far from noteworthy. The action did pick up a little in the evening, but in the form of a sparse, tiny smallmouth bite.

We retired back to camp to lament on the day, with Scott later noting that 24oz of booze, per person, isn’t enough for when fishing sucks. I, with my Tullamore Dew, and he, with his vodka Kool-Aids, forgot about the fishing; for a while at least. We turned in about midnight with another cold night ahead of us.