Feb 8

Ahhhhhhh.......... Lake Roberts.  

Words fail me.

We left on Wednesday the 4th right after tutoring because I just had to get to Lake Roberts while the fish were biting.  We got up bright and early on Thursday, put the boat on the water, and away we went.  I thought it would just be a matter of minutes before I’d land a 15-inch trout.

As we found out, the hardest part of the day turned out to be finding a fish.....anywhere.  We scoured the lake from one side to the other and every once in a while would see a little blip on the fish finder that maybe was a fish.  Never mind catching a fish or even getting a bite, just find a F@#$% fish!

Howard says he was ready to leave the next day, but I guess hope springs eternal, because there I was ready to get in the boat again on Friday.  But Mother Nature (the bitch) wasn’t done w/ us:  now the wind picked up.  The wind was fierce all day and w/ the water being only 41 degrees, it was cold.

One good piece of news:  we did find a hidey hole on the other side where some fish were congregated AND we figured out how to throw the anchor into the weeds so that we could stay put, but we never caught anything.

We came home, cleaned the RV, and cursed the lake once more.