It is 8:30 and we are out trolling the change in depth at the entrance to our little bay. There are lots of beeps on the depth finder so we know fish are down there but they don’t want what we have out. We work our way around the island. Still nothing. Enough of this, we are going to troll for muskie in the marina basin. That is a sure bet, right? Wrong, not even a tap on our lures. Then with a gentle tug at his lure Kent manages to bring the first striped bass into the boat. It is a little fellow but hey, it’s a striped bass. Ok, that’s a start but let’s try something else to maybe get a keeper. We head to a bay just a mile or so up lake where “they caught the big one” according to local lore. We find a nest of bass just hungry enough to make the catching fun. Not a one is big enough to keep but it is a great way to spend a few hours on a bright sunny day on the lake.
We move on tomorrow. It looks like catching the big striped bass will have to be our reason to come back this way again.