August 14, 2012 -- On Leech Lake

This morning the sun was trying to force its way through a haze of high clouds and was doing its best to cast shadows although it itself could not been seen. The temperature was 68 degrees and what little breeze there was out of the SSE created no more than ripples on the otherwise flat surface of the lake. The sky, and the lake, were a brilliant, and yet at the same time subdued, color of yellow.

Joe slept in very late this morning, in fact, it was no longer morning when I first saw him. By that time I'd done a few chores around the house, like connecting a new back-up battery to our security system and handling several personal-business issues both online and on the phone.

I started power-washing the dock at the cabin at 1:45 p.m. and kept at it until 4:00 p.m. when the muscles in my arms and back told me it was time for a rest. The process of cleaning the dock is slow and tedious, but necessary. When I was finished for the day I looked at how much I had completed and estimated I had between 4 and 6 more months of power washing ahead of me. Actually, it'll probably take another 4-6 days, but with the house-staining project due to start tomorrow (weather permitting) I won't be able to finish cleaning the dock for another couple of weeks.

I had a quick sandwich to tie me over until dinner and went out fishing around 4:45 p.m. Joe decided to stay onshore so he could go for a walk, do yoga and read. Not a bad choice, but for me, the lake beckoned.

I lowered my Lund into the 77 degree water and made my way out to a spot in front of the house in 10 feet of water. With the light breeze still coming out of the SSE the boat was gently propelled away from shore and slightly north toward the Malay's.

I managed to hook one small hammer handle, but nothing else while jigging with artificial bait. I decided to change tactics dramatically and go bass fishing.

I switched from a spinning rod and reel to a baitcasting set up and tied on a spinnerbait. I added a 3-inch plastic trailer for extra bulk and attraction. I dropped my MinnKota electric trolling motor into the water and slowly made my way north along the reeds that start in front of Norm's house.

In years past, the edge of the reeds that start at Norm's have regularly produced  both good numbers and good-sized largemouth bass, but not this year. In fact, I've not hooked one bass in front of Norm's all year; although to be fair I've not targeted bucketmouths more than a half dozen times since bass season opened.

I finally did hook a smallish bass in front of what I call the "eagle tree," thus named because bald eagles often perch in it while eating fish they've taken from the lake. The bass made one final leap into the air right along side the boat and managed to unhook itself before I could land it cleanly. Not that I cared, since I planned to put it back into the lake anyway.

While I was out on the water, Joe had not only gone for a walk and exercised, but he decided to go for a swim in the lake as well. It's always a good idea to take advantage of the lake when you can, since before you know it it'll be too cold for swimming.

We spent a quiet night at home watching the sunset, having dinner and just hanging out. Tomorrow, we start the house-staining project.

Good night.

Calm waters of Leech Lake at sunset