Just back off the lake putting a bunch more fish in. Got it down pretty smooth at this point, Shoot out over to the other side, then west over to the inlets or east down to that deep bit. The echo sounder in the boat gives up at around 900 feet. Kind of weird to think of that huge expanse of glassy nothing under the boat. And weird to think the next time I see any of those fishy little buggers they’ll probably be all grown up. They seem eager enough to get out there as soon as they hit the water; surprising really. You’d think they might cling to their little boxes instead of shooting out into the unknown as quickly as they do. They just disappear.
Really quiet. I did see Robert the groundsman on the dock. Actually it’s not that quiet — heard him, I think he was singing. He seemed happy enough without chit chat though. I’m half expecting someone or other one of these days to point out that most boaters pull fish out of the lake, not put them in, but thankfully no-one seems that interested beyond a quick wave as I’m taking off or coming back in.
Actually I think that’s because no-one’s been catching much lately anyway. Enough to test the patience of even the most dedicated anglers. With a bit of luck, that’ll change.
Ah well — back to the office tomorrow tie up some more loose ends, check in on Pete make sure all’s well in the holding department. See what Steve’s up to. Though I haven’t seen much of Steve since we wound things up — he was pretty much like the fish, gone in a flash as soon as he saw a way out.
