Before lunch, I was just about to pull the trigger on a salt water trip, but a lively north flow made me reconsider. The wind fell off about 4 and that was my cue to hit the lake in the flatbottom. I brought my landlubber dog Tate along. He does alright in the boat, but isn't crazy about my overhead cast. A tungsten bead hitting the aluminum does make an impressive thump. At one point, he's trying to climb over the transom. I really don't think a fly could even penetrate his fur but, nevertheless, I'm right there with reassuring words like "get back in the boat, you varmint" and "Sit, dad gum it" Tate settled in as low as he could get on the deck and as far away from me as possible. Smart dog.
In between my attempts at dog training I made a stab or two at fishing. My casting was a little off today, but if I got in a good cast near the shore, I had a good shot at getting a take. I only tried one fly, a size 6 tungsten beaded olive Woolly Bugger I tied Sunday. That fly brought 4 channel cats to hand and one healthy bluegill. No sign of the largemouth bass.
The wind went to zero and the day really ended as a picture perfect late fall day. Tate inspected the fish I caught and then would retreat back to his panic room. He's asleep at my feet happy to be home and safe from flying hooks. I'm glad we could get out and he'll get used to my casting.