Mike arrived bright and early as promised (coffee in hand). While driving up to Port Washington in the dark we talked kids, jobs, married life, and of course fishing. Once in the parking lot we noticed that our favorite spot was still open and made the mad dash for the railing, narrowly beating out a few others that were gunning for the same spot.
|This is what it's all about, if you're lucky you might even catch a fish.|
|Can you tell I normally fish from a kayak?|
Suddenly Mike hooked up and started the delicate dance of trying to avoid the other anglers lines up and down the harbor wall. Just then I heard him yell, "It's a LAKER!" I couldn't believe my eyes as I peered into the water. For Mike and myself catching a lake trout from shore was kind of like finding the holy grail. We have both had this fish on our short list of species we wanted to catch, and Mike had one on the end of his line. I quickly reeled in my line and raced over to the grass to grab the long handled net. After a quick fight, we had it. Raising it up over the wall we both just stopped and stared at the beautiful fish. It was like he had caught a
We talked about that fish the entire ride back to Madison. It was one of those fishing moments, that I'll never forget. Until next time...
|Cross another species of the life list.|