The day was planned for an excursion for me and my lovely bride. Our slumber the night before was repeatedly interrupted by thunderstorms and pouring rain. I drifted off to sleep knowing that the river gauges were jumping quickly.

With the rivers blown again and chocolate milk, I frantically checked the water gauges for a river that had the criteria of being fishable, low enough for easy wading , and had limited bushwhacking. None could be found within a 2 hour drive so I grabbed the canoe and headed over to the local puddle.

Mrs. Shaq had limited time with the 7wt to begin with and even less time casting from a sitting position. I was expounding on the benefits of stripping streamers erratically for bass and the fact that the seven weight needed to be thrown with authoriteeeey especially with a 2/0 deceiver on the business end of the tippet when she asked me to show her.

First Cast

Third Cast

All too easy…Where is my Goddam $1Mil Ray…And My Sparkly $29,000 boat?

Then the wind picked up and we tried to fish but the 20mph steady breeze made it difficult.

We did however have a few friends join us for a break

This is called Irony….See you in Sept Ladies.