As it seems like the most logical thing to do to head back to Indian, we ended up heading north to a lake we had yet to spend any time on. Reed Lake is a full of walleye and is gin clear at all times of the year. I have not investigated further as there is only a minor population of pike in the lake. It was a cold breezy morning and we struggled to even see a fish. I was convinced this was a waste of time until I caught sight of a waldo chasing my shark bait as they had done the day before. At this juncture in our outing, Paul was doing the "Too-much-trail-mix" dance and he finally got really quiet. We finally convinced Adam he needed to beach the boat and let Paul relieve himself. As Adam positioned the boat, Paul and I dissected one of his gloves into a couple of pieces for posterity's sake...
As we tried to beach the boat in shallow water we invariably got it stuck and had to rock it back out into open water. At this point Paul was a little green around the gills. We finally were able to haul back to the boat ramp and let Paul do the pine-cone stroll to the nearest cedar tree.
Ironically, the only other boat to come onto the lake showed up seconds after we lost sight of Paul. All we could do is laugh when he returned and said that he was not the first to utilize the largest cedar on the bank.
After some sweet relief, we blasted back out onto the opposite end of the lake nearest the road. I was able to spot another fish, but this time it was actually a pike! I threw everything I had at that fish and missed two strikes... In the mean time, Adam pulled in a nice walleye by anyone's standards but a smaller one compare to our previous day's catch. We continued to work the area, and eventually Adam hooked the only pike in the entire freakin' lake. We worked to bay area until a minor fishing line/trolling motor mishap. To make matters worse, while Adam was attempting to fix said issue, a vital pin dropped into the lake below. He was able to finagle something together, but by the time he got it fixed it was time to call it a morning and head back home for breakfast.
After inhaling our food like we had not eaten in days, Paul, Adam, and Cathie packed up and headed back to Sioux Falls. This left Dad, Rachel, and I for the remainder of the afternoon. Rachel granted more fishing time so Dad and I took a chance a Baileys. It was a beautiful outing but we were not finding the fish. There were droves of small perch, but even they would not bite. Dad was finally able to catch a hotdog size perch to keep us from being skunked but that concluded our day. We headed home and called it a weekend.
We have been blessed with great opportunities up here and as much as it frustrates me to not be able to fish some of the lakes up here as of recently, he has forced me to branch out and explore what other opportunities await us.
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