It was breezy when we headed across the lake and the wind strengthened all morning.  The fishing wasn’t all that great so as the chop turned to whitecaps we decided we better head back to camp. It was a pretty wild ride as slamming into waves felt a lot like hitting brick walls and spray washed over both of us.  We were glad to be in our trusty v-hull rather than one of the shallow bass boats.

Safely ashore, just in time.  Thunder, lightening and a wall of rain moved across the lake as we watched out of the window.  Perfect timing.