A week ago Scott and I spent the weekend with his folks on Roosevelt Lake in Outing. Our quest of course was to bring home the Stanley Cup of Fishing - The Heisman Trophy of Angling - The 2010 MNO Fishing Challenge Championship.
Scott came by to pick me up about 2pm in the afternoon on Friday. The plan was that Scott would drive and pull my boat up. I was told that there was no need to bring my boat up but I'm pretty sure that I have spent the summer reading about all the things that don't work on the dentists boat - so I prevailed.
One of the first things that struck me when my teammate showed up was that Scott travels with a posse. Who knew? That's right our boy showed up with 2 hamster sized dogs riding shotgun. Lucky for me the dogs and I quickly made friends and they allowed me to serve as their dog lounger on the way to Outing.
Except for a number of overly clever detours we made to avoid detours that we aren't even sure really existed we finally arrived at the lake. Scott dropped me off at the landing and I headed up the lake looking for the cabin. And found it with no problem. Beautiful place and beautiful lake by the way.
We didn't waste much time. Our plan for Friday night was to troll the depths for trophy walleyes. Scott said we would be taking his boat because it had down riggers even though we weren't going to be using the down riggers. Now I have to describe Scott's boat. A big old deep thing painted for duck hunting. One seat in it. Looks like it was build in the 1800's and has been inhabited by green moss-backed trolls for the last 100 years. The gunwale was a living breathing terrarium of ferns and mosses. I was scratching my head, but who am I to argue. The first thing we did was plug in the navigation lights but none of them worked. We quickly amended the evening plan to fish out of my boat.
I think we fished until about 10:00 with no success and headed in. We headed to the bar for supper - giant hamburgers. I was starving.
The next morning we were both up at 7. After a thorough inspection of my teeth for any signs of tooth decay we were on the water. I learned another thing about Scott Saturday morning. Breakfast is a 6-pack of diet Coke.
We caught fish steadily throughout the day both days but nothing very big maybe 15 or 16" at the most. We tried every bait known to man (including live frogs) but nothing really stood out. At one point we tried some trolling and caught 4-5 small northerns.
On Saturday afternoon we went in to the bait shop and picked up some live bait. Scott noticed the woman who owns the t-shirt shop and suggested I tell her about the Fawkinnae line. She seemed pretty interested so maybe I will pick up another commercial customer. We bumped into her at the bar Saturday night and I gave her a bumper sticker which was well received.
Great trip. Perfect weather. My teeth have never been cleaner. I had a great time fishing with Scott. His folks were terrific. And we're still in second place trying to catch "Fish in the grease in the pan".
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