Well, I decided to take off yesterday afternoon, cut away from my chores, and do some fishing. I couldn't find anyone to go on short notice and my little buddy had school the next day. I headed to a lake that I have not fished in about a year. I normally catch some really nice Crappie's in this lake. Not a lake to catch a ton, but I was only looking for a dozen or so.

Once again, lake levels were low. So low that I was forced to utilize my trolling motor (2 inches below the water line). Thankfully by boat drafts really high in the water. This lake has a nice 15ft hole that runs about 2 hundred yards and weeds all around.

I slow trolled the entire weed line (twisters, jigs, tubes, minnows, and the kitchen sink). I slow trolled the middle of the hole. I marked more fish than even. My fish finder almost told me "stop". I caught a few gills that boardered on the "decent" size, a couple small bass, and a channel cat that might have reached a pound.

My goal was to leave by 8pm as I needed the light to avoid the floating vegetation. One more cast turned in to 45 minutes later. Of course, catching one crappie got my hopes up. In the end, I managed that one crappie. He was 10.5 inches. By the time I thought of taking a photo, it was dark and I was in a hurry to try and make the long trip across the lake (with my trolling motor).

The last three trips I have stepped in to the batters box looking to hit a fast ball, and all I get is the curve. The kitchen sink didn't work, maybe I'll try my new "dynamite" lure next time!

The trip wasn't all bad, alone with my thoughts, enjoyable evening, and a 3/4 moon that was orange in color! Nice night even if the fishing wasn't great.