In celebration of the seventh day, Doke and I went out to fish the holy-est of lakes, Lake "Saint" Clair. How much more holy can it be with a name like that? Well, I must have sinned because I got yet another goose egg while Doke pulled in three legals. The west winds made for some nice drifting, however, the fish were few and far between.
Fish or no fish, we're fishing!
Amen to the fishing gods!
Trail Head
