One day last fall a buddy camped a few pads from me wife (fishing buddy) had to go home. Mine did too so he and I were going the next morning. It stormed
most of the night. A high moved in the next morning. The lake rose two inches over night. There was muddy water a hundred yards off the bank everywhere
we looked. The wind was ten to fifteen. Everything we thought we knew was against us but we went. We caught a limit slow trolling from daylight to three. The
only person that can tell you if the fish are biting has been sitting in a boat for five or six hours. We were guessing a mediocre day at best.