I went to Old Town and got there at 6am. I saw a sign at some bank down there that said 18 degrees, I don't buy that but it was cold. I motored wide open with tears streaming out of my eyes and was thinking I'm so blessed to be doing this. I got to my spot and wiped the almost frozing water from my face put on a black and chartreuse Slater jig on and the second time I jiggled it..bam..1.5 pound crappie.. I was really thinking I'm blessed. Needless to say I left the lake some hours later with my one fish...:o Nobody I talked to was catching anything. I guess that cold front ruined it for me and everyone I had talked to.

I did get to meet Gut Shot on the lake. He and his dad were setting out yoyo's. We made small talk and I let them to there fishing. He was a real nice person. Before I left, I went back to his honey hole to see how they were doing but, they had already left or moved to another spot.

All in all, I'm am blessed the sun was shining, the wind was low, I did not drown,and I made it home safely. Hopefully, I'll live to do this again next weekend.