Local Lake

TP and I hit a local lake.  It was time to fish out of the Aluminum Falcon and see if there might be a musky or bass or something willing to eat.

The evening was perfect, and so thought everyone else.  Mush to our chagrin, the lake was pretty chopped up from props and milfoil.

Despite the outlook, the boat ran great and the evening was spent hucking 10 weights to pockets of open water.

A beer or two may have been extracted from Mr T's cooler which gave us a small bit of solace for not getting a grab.