The fish were biting, as we caught over 30 in the short amount of time we were there.
Then while we finishing up with a snack/water break the canoe decided that it didn’t like me. Mike laughed as he took the pictures, and I was still laughing at my clumsiness as I shivered. Rob stayed mostly dry, but just barely.
That was the end of my fishing for the day, as the water was a lot colder than expected.
Next time I go out there, it will be in a bass hunter or a kick boat.