Still able to float my boat

I hadn’t been fishing in a while.

Not like this anyway.

For three days in a row, my friend Mike and I fished Fort Peck Lake from morning ‘til night with little interference other than time out to cook meals and run the dogs. We didn’t catch a lot of fish, but we caught enough to keep ourselves fed.

I could live on fresh walleye.

The weather was typical of early May, running the gamut from cold and rainy to warm and windy. One minute we’d be skimming along at full throttle and the next we’d be slowed to half speed, bouncing through 4-foot rollers while spray flew over the windshiel...