I idled over to a large cove. The numerous small points and docks looked good. Whether they would bite would be a concern. An easterly wind has always been slow here.
Today was special. Grandchildren Benjamin and Lily were aboard. At ages, six and eleven, spider rigging could easily be a circus. I reduced the pole count from eight to six.
We began our first recon down along the break. Port poles would be 10-12 feet deep. Lily’s poles would troll in 7-9 feet of water. My hope was Benjamin would pick up crappie and catfish. Lily’s would be in the crappie and bluegill zone.
18-minnows later, we had two crappies. What bites there were, were extremely light. We began to work our way back. The wind showed no mercy as it whipped around the cove.
The kids donated another 24 minnows to missed fish. All those free meals reminded them they had skipped breakfast. It was time to go. They munched on potato chips as I buttoned down B’n’M Poles and stowed the Driftmaster Rod holders.
We met a head-on sea as we reached the main-lake. I backed down to 4000 RPM. I was thankful for the posh seats on the boat. The kids giggled and laughed all the way to the dock.