This year Braden and I got to go on our first deer hunt (thanks Scott!). Six minutes in the stand a small buck walked right in front of my stand. Just a few points off of an eight pointer (it was a button buck):) It took a while to track him since there was no snow, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, Braden had no such luck. He hunted for hours and didn’t even see a deer.
The cabin we were staying at was on the shores of a lake, and I didn’t fail to bring a rod. Since the hunting was a little slow, I fished for a while during lunch. Started with a zonker type fly in hopes of catching a bass or pike, but was surprised with a small perch that ate my 3″ fly. I switched to a perch fly and Braden and I landed half a dozen each in the half hour we fished.
Guess he was hungry... The fly's tail was as long as the body of the fly, which is visible in the picture.
Grandpa, Conner, and I fished some local lakes for a few hours today. Today was one of our best days for big fish we’ve had this year. Grandpa landed a few nice sunnies while Conner and I were fishing meat for bass and pike. I tied on a Cotton Candy, and Conner was fishing an X-Bunny (basically a zonker). Conner hooked into a nice bass, and then he saw a pike. He shouted and I fired a cast at the fish… Nothing. Another nice cast… Fish didn’t see it. One more, right on his nose… BOOM! I was shocked with a 16″ northern pike. He tried to dive into the depths of the pier, but I prevailed. I beached him and got a couple of quick pictures, and I slid him back into the lake.
My 16 incher