I took the boat out on Canyon Lake to make sure it's running and to see if the White's have started to run.
Saw some scattered small schools but no real run as of yet. 1 bite was it.
Did see some Crappie in deep brush.
Up the river a bit I come on two guys broke down and tow them back.
This killed the rest of the morning so I headed back to the ramp.
Headed back I see a Kayak without anyone in it floating in the lake.
When I get closer I see the yak had flipped over and there are two guys clinging to it.
OMG! Two Yaker's drowned here last week!
I motor over there to see an older than me guy and a young Hispanic man hanging on for life.
Odd, this is a 1-man Kayak.
Both were totally exhausted so getting them out ASAP had to happen.
Now, I just weeks out of triple Hernia surgery and my Kenner has tall gunnel sides.
It's hard for a young rested person to get into it.
With no choice I haul them in somehow and rush them to the dock.
The poor old guy's lips were Blue and he so tired he just lay in the bottom of the boat.
At the dock I meet the frantic Hispanic man's wife and she helps them to their truck to get dry cloth's and warm up.
I motor back and get the yak.
Back at the ramp she tells me that the old guy had flipped over about 100' from shore and the Kayak had floated away from him.
This heroic young man had jumped in, in his street cloth's and swam out and got the Yak to the old guy so he had something to hold onto. Doing so he became exhausted and the wind had pushed them into the lake.
Lord put me in the right place at the right time.
Let's be safe out there.