I met RS at the prescribed time and place and he jumped in my truck for the 45 minute haul to the launch. We had just enough time to string up our rods before KZ pulled up with his jet sled in tow.
Wading out into the river to assist with the launch was pure bliss. I never took a temp but the warm river water was at least cooler than the air. Everything from my knees down thanked me.
The river had dropped since last week and I marveled at how well the jet handled in all the skinny water. It must have been pretty obvious to RS, who was seated on the casting deck, why a prop motor would have a tough time on this water. With the sandy bottom sliding past only inches under the hull, we skimmed upstream to start fishing.
The winds were kicking like hell and the sun was bearing down but it seemed a fine place to be. RS stuck a fine 16" fish right out of the gate and got the skunk out of the boat. We made our way down river trading off rowing, anchoring up or stepping out to wade.
We found enough smallmouth to call it a "good" trip, added a few white bass in the mix to keep it interesting, sweated sunscreen in our eyes, cursed the wind and even broke a rod.
It was August hot and we were just fine with it.
|The vultures circled until they saw the Yeti full of sustenance.|
|KZ...open up and say "aaaaaaaah"|
|RS with a healthy specimen|
|Walk and wade prize|
|KZ Steppin' down|
|RS - Knee deep|
|RS with the one handed tail grip on a Whitey|
|KZ with sand between his toes|
|The big river|
|Sunset White Bass|
|RS Keepin' an eye out for targets|
|Sandhill Cranes - A quick shot from the Jet Sled heading home.|