We head up lake about 10 miles. It is cool enough to need a jacket when we are running but it is a lovely morning. The hilly, heavily wooded shoreline is just beginning to show fall color. Orange and yellow of maple and oak are a beautiful contrast to the pines.
Time to fish. We float shoreline and changes in depth working hard to find those stripped bass with absolutely no luck. Eventually I need an easy fix….find a bluegill hole. Kent finds a perfect spot and we feed nightcrawlers to a batch of hungry little pan fish. We probably catch 20 between us. It was not exactly the plan for the day but it was fun and it was out on the lake. We will try again for those bass tomorrow.
We had some aerial entertainment while we were out. A juvenile eagle tried his best to force an osprey to drop its lunch. Both birds showed pretty impressive maneuvers. The osprey outlasted its tormentor and disappeared over the ridge with its lunch.