Waiting for Gale/Blizzard to pass . . .

I met Bill Fowler displaying his expertise with crappie at Ivy Hill right after he was recovering from his cancer. Later, he got his prosthesis and can speak, but I don't hear all that well. He puts up with my lack of hearing his instructions. Both he and his Mrs (Lidia) are great people to know. He got me into redfinning and it stuck. Never boated one yet, but the strikes and events were spectacular. He's got dozens of personal hurdles to corral crappie.

Both he and Lidia can join me anytime as I hope to fish from Bill's float too.


Steve Smith welcomed Kiptopeke last year with a 58 1/4 pound striper. I was pissed as it was my COW. Yet, couldn't have happened to a nicer guy and he's welcome to join me on my boat any time. He made it possible for me to fish Weldon for the first time. Learned about bumper boats and to be sure to have a ruler on board.



With no means to get on the bay until at least Thursday, I opted to return to the homestead for a few days. Left this morning about 11 AM and arrived at Scottsburg at 3:30 PM. Got stuff needed in the house tonight. Other unneeded stuff will be unloaded and some clothes washing will get done. No need for the freezer at all. Rather, a small refrigerator would have been nice, including a coffee maker. Even a small microwave would have been a better choice. I took so many unnecessary things and had to buy extension cords . . .

Oh, the COW situation? Well, some say they aren't in the bay yet. Mike Smedley caught some small schoolie types that had sea lice.

Ramrod and I were the only ones left at the motel. Ramrod called me and told me he was packing to leave. About the time I was leaving and about to let him know I would be gone for a few days. Later, I learned that Ramrod spend near 5 hours waiting in the bridge parking lot due to gale force winds on the bridge. I thought I was having it tough on the snowy roads.

Asked the management to fix my door lock, install a toilet paper roll holder, fix the TV, and fix the bathroom vent. Each time I took a crap, everyone left the room for a while.

Well, time to survey those that fished and find out if there's any news.