What a day on the water and man-o-man I ain't (I don't care how good the catching is) gonna ever go fishing when the conditions are like they were today. Water skiing, yes; tugging screaming kids on a rubber replica of the Loch Ness Monster, yes; just botor moating around shirtless, yes; or mowing the grass, yes! But I ain't gonna never go fishing and that's final.
My gosh I had to drop a pair of clippers they were so hot, from laying in the sun, atop my tackle box. If yinz was on the water at Jimtown and seen a Fish Hawk with her green Bimini top deployed, that was me trying to hide from the sun. If yinz seen a little ole fat man loading his boat and getting out of Dodge just around 5:30ish, that would be me again.
Did get lucky and found some crappie of which I placed a half dozen in the box. Most were caught while trolling and some were caught tossing jigs as I sought relief anywhere shade could be had, along the Pymies banks.
By the way, did I mention how hot it was, fishing today?
PS. I loved every minute of it.
But I think I'll continue to fish the second shift, on Blue Bird Days.