So, was I wearing the wrong hat, wearing the wrong tee shirt? Those finicky little fish outsmarted me again. Went back to the same place and did all the same things that had been successful on the 10th and narrowly missed getting skunked. Trolled 3 rods and tried a bunch of stuff but only one rod and one lure got a hit. A beat up old small orange Kekeda fly with a bit of worm got about 6 hits of which I landed the first one and the rest were all drive bys. The main hook was getting bent on about every hit so I replaced it with a new one of the same size and color. Never had another hit. Go figure. Just when I think I know what I'm doing those buggers throw me a new curve. It's hard on an old fart. It was a very foggy drive down so we didn't actually get the rods out till about 9 and maybe I should have kicked it up to around 3 mph without the dodgers but last time 1.7 with dodgers was golden and they hit several different offerings. Oh well, I'll just have to try more often. The good part was my fishing buddy Larry noticed that one of the tires on the trailer was in a bad way. They are not all that old and I had just missed that it had exposed wire on the side. We changed it out before we recovered the boat and disaster was avoided. I use a single axle trailer and a blow out along the road is something to be avoided I think.
Well, they won that round but I'll be back.