Dad's territory brings him up here every now and then, and last Thursday, he and I were able to get out and throw a spoon for awhile at one of my pike lakes. We walked in to the point on Cottonwood like I had done before, and we pitched everything we had for almost an hour. It was like there wasn't a fish in the entire lake. Dad literally gave it the one more cast and we would leave when he finally hit one!
It wasn't a giant, but it bit. This gave us the fuel to sit tight and keep at it. It took Dad another two casts before he hooked up again. We are pretty sure we spooked them out when we got the the hole, and they had finally worked their way back in.
We were even catching them at will on the fly-rod.
Once we had our fill we figured we would see how spoiled we could get tonight and then headed to Bailey's Lake for a walleye. It was right at sundown, and with the mild warm-up we are having, I was hoping we could pull in at least one to send home. 45 minutes was about all we could get in, but nary a fish. It was a great evening anyway, and we headed back to the ranch, where we proceeded to head straight to bed.
Not ten minutes after curling into my cool covers and soft pillow, Rachel-the-vet got a call from an older client that needed help pulling a calf....Guess whom had to pull their frozen ass out of bed and help.
He might look a little worse for wear but the large calf, kind of had a rude awakening to the world. Just another day at work for Rachel, but my first experience pulling a calf. Ew....
In this world we have to keep on the ball, as there is always something. Today a calf, tomorrow, who knows....
Stay Tuned
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