With a downpour of rainy weather on Saturday, fishing was not the most popular activity on a dismal day in May.
Mother’s Day was good, but Monday was great.
On yet another unsuccessful fishing excursion, the boys and I this time recruited the help of a good angler, my step-dad Steve, who also came up empty-handed on a lake where we fished when I was a kid and usually came home with bucket-loads of fish.