Good Day of Fishing to Start a New Beginning

So I've been fishing for the last 5 days straight. It feels so good to go out onto a body of water where nothing bothers me. No one is nagging me, no one is coming to me with annoying little problems that they could easily do themselves. Even better yet, going fishing with friends who appreciate quietness and the outdoors. A family member I haven't see since January and a friend I haven't seen or fished with in over a year.

Yesterday was the highlight of my entire week. To me it's funny how my randomness can lead to good and to bad. Fortunately yesterday my last minute change in location we were going to fish led us to a lake filled with fish.

My buddy Smitty and I were planning to fish the GreenWood. He all of a sudden in his complete randomness started to talk about this lake he was introduced to in the winter. He said the guy that brought him there catches a fish every cast in the summertime. To me, I enjoy fishing new lakes. I enjoy taking the risk of, "What If?" It's a very dangerous question to ask in a lot of situations. It also can be the right question. Yesterday it was the right question. The question of curiosity and adventure. "What If we went there and caught a shit load of fish?" I asked and about 100 feet or less from the turn that was suppose to take us to GreenWood. I decided to keep on driving straight.

Smitty was a little weary since he barely knew where the lake was located. He vaguely recalled the landscape since he went there during winter. I didn't really care. I wanted to go try a new place and wasn't affraid.

We took a wrong turn down one road. Good thing it led us back to the highway. We went back, drove a little farther down and took the next turn. We continue to drive and Smitty telling me he really doesn't know where it's at. I ignored him anyway and continued to drive. We drove a couple of miles. We came to this turn with side railings and he announces, "This looks familiar!" Then right around the turn there is this pile of old cars. He yells in excitement, "This is it, take a left!" (I want to add, even though Smitty is 38, he acts like a teenager and is hilarious.. lol" Never know what he is going to do or say.) We start driving down this dirt road. It was a fairly bumpy road and trees were leaning over the road on both sides.

A question pooped into my head, "What if we get there and we find out we can't launch the boat? How are we going to turn the boat around?" Legitimate questions, but I didn't care. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to stop. We continue on and on blind faith. Smitty kept on telling me the roads to turn onto.

He really didn't know for certain the direction we were heading. I still didn't care, I had faith that today was going to be an excellent day of fishing.

Our last Y turn to the left I noticed the road was getting really narrow. My boat is 6 1/2 feet wide. My boat tires were rubbing the mud off the sides of the sunken road. The sounds of trees screetching the sides of my window made me think about other times I went back into the woods and almost didn't make it back. The excitement grew and grew with anticipation when in the distance I see an opening. False alarm. Drove a little more, looked to my left and BAM, I see a shutter open between the trees. It was the lake!!

Now my heart is really going. I am giddy with a mind racing with extecy in hopes we can launch my 16 1/2 foot boat.

We continue on with little glimmers of the lake. We go around this last little turn. Smitty goes, "Mother Fucker!"

I turned my head to see a predicament that we didn't foresee. A truck was parked in the only spot where we could have possibly turn the boat around. This didn't deter me. Smitty and I got out of the Jeep. Looked around and came up with a plan. We are going to pick up the front end of the boat over this 2 foot hill, pull it forward, start turning it to the right were we almost hit the other truck, pull it back into the woods, turn it again, and push the back end down into the water. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong!! The boat, dry, weighs 1500 lbs. lol.. But Smitty and I being studs, picked that damn boat up, pulled it over the first hump.

I said, Ok, that wasn't to bad." (all out of breath)

We pull it forward, Smitty swearing up a storm and growling. I chuckle to myself in my head. It was tough and he had a bad back. Which I couldn't believe he put that much effort into lifting the boat.

(To make this shorter.. I know, I know.. To lake)

We turn the boat, I almost get my foot crushed, and get it down to the water. We reattach my boat to the jeep. We had to push the boat off my emerged trailer, hope the jeep doesn't get stuck in the lake mud, pull the trailer out, park the jeep, and find a spot for the trailer.

We get out on the lake and by now it's around 8ish. I kept telling Smitty, "I have a really good feeling about today." He gets all excited and says, "Boy, when I hear you tell me that, I know it's going to be good."

Sure enough, within the first 50 feet of shoreline. I catch my first crappie, theeen another 50 fish with an hour. lol... Smitty was getting so pissed because he wasn't catching anything. He was swearing up a storm and couldn't figure out how I was catching all the fish. Eventually he found a method that worked for him. We caught over 500 fish (no joke) and brought home over 140.

This fishing trip is ranked up in my top 3 for sure.

Now I am going, and I wont be writing in here for two weeks. I will be down in Madison training for American.

Peace