All around me is water, trees, and lily pads. Oh, and did I mention lily pads, there were more lilypads here than there are people at this lake. It was a hot day, suns out, no clouds, and then I asked if we could move spots. I thought there were no fish in that spot. There we are, my uncle and I on an old 16 foot Lund aluminum boat. It was our second to last day on our fishing trip and there was supposed to be a storm the next day. We knew this was going to probably be our last chance to actually catch anything better than a little “snake” northern. We are still looking at the map, we are trying to remember some of the spots our guide told us about earlier this week. Then I see it, it’s a circle section almost like it’s it own small pond. It has only a small entryway to it. Our map also shows that it is 30-40 feet deep, one of the deepest spots in the chain of lakes.
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The weather it just starting to change, the wind has picked up and some thunder clouds seem to be moving in. “We better hurry.” said my Uncle. “Yeah, the weather is starting to act up,” I replied. Finally we were there, well at least that's were it looked like on the map. It was a small entry way, a little wider than a car with lilypads on each side. There was an old boat dock to the left side, right when we got through the stream. “Looks like know one has been back here in a while” yelled my Uncle over the sound of the running motor. “That's good” I yelled
The weather it just starting to change, the wind has picked up and some thunder clouds seem to be moving in. “We better hurry.” said my Uncle. “Yeah, the weather is starting to act up,” I replied. Finally we were there, well at least that's were it looked like on the map. It was a small entry way, a little wider than a car with lilypads on each side. There was an old boat dock to the left side, right when we got through the stream. “Looks like know one has been back here in a while” yelled my Uncle over the sound of the running motor. “That's good” I yelled