Or at least thats what Dale calls it. He convinced me that going fishing was more important than cleaning the house this weekend, so off we went. On Saturday, we went to Cavan where i got off to a great start, and at one point was ahead by a 7-3 count. By the time we had to get back to town, the fish had really turned on and Dale ended up edging me 11 fish to 10. The wind was calm and the day was beautiful, warm and sunny. I didn't want to leave, but we had to go watch the kids play ball hockey.
Sunday was cool with a strong breeze blowing, but I wanted to go try our luck at Bullshead. This time I showed Dale how it's done by outfishing him 9-4. That did not include the 15 or so that we lost and didnt get anywhere near the boat. We didn't manage to catch any of the big fish that make that lake so much fun, but it was ok. We only stayed for an hour and a half or so as the weather was just poor and I had lots of work to do at home anyway.
Now I don't know what happened with these pictures. I am blaming Dale for this. You know how men are with technology.
Sorry they aren't the best.