This was shaping up to be an interesting trip for sure. Every time I'd hook a fish, I'd lose about 100' of water due to the fierce wind but I kept at it. Eventually, I'd get all 3 lines in the water and the crappie just kept hitting. I was busy all evening until I ran out of energy from fighting the wind at 7:20 and left them biting and called it a day. By that time, I'd landed 2 average bluegill, a pickerel of about 14" (almost legal and the bugger broke me off just as I got him in the boat) and upwards of 30 crappie, with a few that would have been keepers of 11-12", maybe 7-8 of those, and the rest anywhere from 7-10".
Here is a couple of the better ones:
It sure was a workout but lots of fun was had. Quite a few folks on the water but they all had motors of some sort; I was the only fool rowing around manually. While the blue/black/chartreuse hooked the most fish, the best fish came on the green/white tail Stinger. The bite was becoming better as the sun went behind the hill but I was running out of steam by that point and turned the bow for home. All were returned for another trip.


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