Slow going yesterday morning. Lots of panfish around, but I was gunning for the largemouths. No success until I started tossing a spinnerbait right into the water lilies. The largest I caught was a 4 pounder, which is pretty good for that lake.
So far this season, I've not caught a single Northern. I'm puzzled by this, but figure it will change.
Lots of nice folks fishing on a Thursday afternoon. Friendly waves and no problems at the ramp. Everyone takes their turn politely, and knows how to launch and retrieve their boat.
Best thing: Two loons who kept me company near Cigar Island, hanging around my boat no more than 10' away. I did all my casting in another direction, though. I don't want to catch a loon.
People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing. ~ Ed Zern, 1947