As we waited cautiously for the storm front to hit, Bill flung his bucktail at the shoal. The sky was darkening gradually and we could feel the wind increasing. Sheets of rain were coming down far out on the lake, so we prepared for the onset of the storm.... more »
The launch ramp was covered in a thick blanket of snow and the air temperature was hovering slightly above freezing. A late-November snowstorm had just pushed through the area and I was glad that our boat was equipped with a canvas top from beneath which I would spend the next two days studying the... more »
