By 8:45 the short walk to the lake included the sound of lapping waves and a soft wind in our faces. With light dropping under the steely sky, we climbed a short knoll to overlook the water. Wind and waves met us mockingly.
It's not that the three of us couldn't cast or that the surf would pound us into submission. Rather, the sheltered water and low wind (that we planned on) would be the breeding ground for a million midges and these in turn would tempt our quarry within casting range. With the the west wind....all bets were off.
Weather IS. It always has been. You can plan for it, run from it, embrace it or ignore it. It still just IS.
I wouldn't say that we embraced it and we didn't really plan for it. The front that was kicking up Zephyrus also dropped the temps to the mid 40's and that wasn't including the wind chill. Late May with rag wool gloves and stocking caps, standing belt deep in a lake after the sun goes down is not what I would call comfortable. It didn't take us long to get chilled
And by "us", I mean Brother Bill and me.
RS was doing just fine. He was fast into a walleye before I had even got my boots wet. His second fish, a healthy white bass came a little later.
A few midges blew down the lake and smacked us in the unexposed parts of our faces, which in the dark felt like an errant raindrop...except that it wasn't wet. So, the midges were around, but they weren't helping us as we had hoped.
After an hour or so we walked out of the lake and down to the river, out of the wind, looking for alternate targets.
We muddled around for 20 minutes and then headed back to our vehicles where heater knobs were dialed to full red.
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