I went to the lake this morning around nine it was in the middle thirties.
right off the bat Kevin caught a pickerel . After fishing for about two hours with just a few hits and no hook up's we decided to paddle over to the other side of the lake. in the first five minutes with a two or three strikes my dad hooked into a nice five pound smallie
. An hour after my dad's hook up he got a pickerel. Around the end of the trip the fear of getting skunked was really on my mind
. right as we were about to head in I hooked into a small pickerel, but hey at least i didn't get skunked. over all it was a fun but cold day