After getting home at 2am (after being stranded at LAX by a major LA airport shuttle service... name withheld for now while they come to their senses about how they treated a good customer) from our vacation back east to visit family, Lulu woke me up at 6 and said, "want to go fishing?" I said sure. we also invited the son of one of her best friends, who is really shown some big fishing interest. We didn't get to the lake very early and I had a mixed plan to troll and bait. Despite having some good bait, we got enough action on the troll and some really good marks at times to keep at the trolling. we didn't have too long to fish as Lawrence had to catch a plane back to SF later on, but we whacked 10 schoolie stripers in a few hours of trolling.
It was not a big slay, but Lawrence looked like we won the lottery with our booty of 10 stripers. His parents were thrilled and we had a great time.
To quote my very matter of fact Uncle Joe who I visited in WV this week... "Fishin' needs to be fun" Today it was. I forget just how much an ordinary take can thrill a newbie. He is already talking about us going salmon fishing up in the SF area.
DMS