Another Hot Day--Too Bad the Same Couldn't Be Said for the Fishin'

Perhaps the fish didn't appreciate my calling them stingy yesterday, or maybe they just weren't in the mood, but whatever was in play, Wayne and I struggled yet again today to find some keepers. At quittin' time, we only had mustered a total of four, split two and two, with all of them resembling matching bookends...the kind you see in the accompanying photo.

It wasn't that we didn't have the strikes...they generally just didn't seem interested in slamming the baits hard enough to get connected and stay that way. We would feel the fish for a few precious seconds, and then they just would be gone. Needless to say, we're hoping for better luck during Saturday's tournament.

The only agreement, though, that Wayne and I could reach today, as we discussed our fortunes...or lack thereof...over the last two days, was that neither of us have any strong feelings about where to start Saturday. At the moment, we conceivably could draw a choice out of a hat and feel every bit as comfortable with that choice as any we likely will come up with after some more discussion.