The water was calling this weekend and I'm not talking about the rain that came through the area. Thankfully for us Michiganders, the rain only came while we were all sleeping.
Friday evening was my first Walled Lake fishing experience. The wind that was kicking pretty well during the day died down around 7, I had the Tiger game on the radio and caught a decent size bass so not a bad day's work.
Saturday was the fish-a-palooza. The Huron River out of Milford's Central Park started off the festivities. The locals were advising of trout being out towards Proud Lake and that is where I floated, however, rock bass and about 20
turtles were all I came upon. I did get a nice chuckle at the Asian couple who just couldn't get their canoe to go straight. I think it may have been their first (and last) experience in the canoe world. To their credit though, I didn't see one iota of griping by either party. The more I think about it, I can't say I've ever seen an Asian get upset in a public setting.
The evening fish was out at Dunham Lake. Rob S. let Greg and I use his row boat. The conditions were optimal at the lake of a 1,000 casts but no trophy fish to report. Greg had a nice catch but other than that, our hooks only brought in the children of the fish we were looking for.
The post meal was over at the Crouse chalet as Al smoked up some pork and beef. Good stuff. Eric stopped over and the four of us had some good discussions about the past, present, and future. It's comforting to know that your friends will always be a constant where you can talk about anything and everything and not worry about offending a soul.
Trail Head
The Sons of Liberty and the Sea Dogs came together for a non-sanctioned fishing event on a sunny Saturday afternoon in preparation for the upcoming Mother Cup. The location was Woodland Lake in Brighton. If it was for the money, Keith would be a rich man this morning as he found the wacky worm fishing style to his liking. The lake was pretty generous in offering up about 40 or so fish between our three boats with Keith taking about half of them. 
In preparation for next month's Mother Cup, Al, Greg, John, Jim, and myself took to Lake St. Clair Saturday morning. I had a hit on my first cast so I got a little selfish thinking that every cast after was going to be the same. It was not to be, however, we got about 20 fish between our two boats. Al and John probably took honors for biggest fish with Al even pulling in a baby musky on the lake known as the "Musky Capital of the World." I experienced Al's new boat, "Crazy Chester," for the first time and even got to drive it for part of the morning. A fine boat and a great day to be floating.
I am happy to report that the letter writing campaign a member of the bike tour conducted has paid significant dividends this year. Highland Recreation Area, one of the tougher rides in the area, has created a short cut within Loop B. Loop B was nothing but a thing when we were in our 30's, however, it seems to have more obstacles each year as we have approached our 40's. After mile marker five, there it was. I had to stop for a minute to absorb what I was seeing. We created our own short cut within the trail last year that involved some minor bushwhacking but here it was, inviting me to take a right turn instead of three more miles of up and down. Don't get me wrong, the area and trails are beautiful, however, when the mojo is just not there, it's time to take a right turn. 
The water was calling this weekend and I'm not talking about the rain that came through the area. Thankfully for us Michiganders, the rain only came while we were all sleeping.
turtles were all I came upon. I did get a nice chuckle at the Asian couple who just couldn't get their canoe to go straight. I think it may have been their first (and last) experience in the canoe world. To their credit though, I didn't see one iota of griping by either party. The more I think about it, I can't say I've ever seen an Asian get upset in a public setting. 
