I'm trying to be more active this year, Doctor's orders. I decided to fish the coves of the main lake since I knew there wouldn't be much traffic this time of the year. I paddled the kayak along the main channel hitting the point and coves till Outhouse Cove, got 3 casting a spoon and 1 trolling a crank, kept 2 on a stringer for dinner. I stopped at Sycamore landing to perform the morning ritual and when I came out I noticed that my kayak was not where I left it. "I GOT JACKED!! HOLY SHIIAATT!!" There were no boats around, no body and since my phone was in the kayak I couldn't call for help. I waited a few minutes for a boater to pass by, pacing back and forth but after 20 minutes, contemplated making a swim for it. Good thing I was wearing waders... I waded a few feet into the water and walked to a small cove and saw my kayak at the far side of the cove and it was moving away, slowly... Once I caught up to the kayak, I realized just what happened, Trout... When I landed for a break, I only dragged less than half of the kayak onto shore because of the urgency of my bowels and while I was away, the 2 trout on the stringer made a run for it. For their efforts, I released them. Paddled my way, trolling a crank along the shoreline to Live Oak Cove for another 5 trout. Paddled back before the sun dipped behind the mountain. It was a beautiful day to be on the water, wind gust up to 4 mph made for a much warmer day than last week.