Put in a full day of work up here in Wisconsin and then took the "midnight train" to Mark Twain Lake (i.e. drove through the night)...... Little brother is in town from Montana and he/pops were headed to the cabin for the weekend to try to locate the elusive MTL slab. I rolled in at 4:30 A.M. Saturday morning, coffee was on and the boys were already moving and fired up. We hit the water around 7:00 A.M. and made a day of it, pulling out around 5:30 I think. Picked a few fish up, kinda spotty until we stumbled into a pattern. We were dipping trees on a flat and had a dead pole pick up a few as we drifted around. After the second fish on the dead pole, we looked at each other and made the decision without saying a word.
Note: Dad and I looked right at our spider rigging gear before we left the cabin and talked about bringing it or not....... we did NOT!
Executive decision was made and we cobbled together a rigging setup (wasn't the prettiest) in a few minutes. Pushed single jigs up on the flats and man did it produce! Gotta love when a completely jumbled, lack of, "plan" comes together.
After we played that game, on a whim we decided to pull some cranks to show little brother how we do it during the summer months. Picked up a striper and then a delectable MTL "Snapper"!
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Yes, I remembered to take a picture of Mr. Drum but not of the crappie..... my bad!
Back to the cabin, clean fish, mushroom walk, chicken on the grill w/ sauteed mushrooms. Finally hit the sack at 10:00 P.M. so that would make it 40 hours with no sleep.... not bad but certainly not my record!
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