Fished with LeRoy, Joel and Jacob Saturday morning. The guys caught a very nice mixed bag of SMB, walleyes, northerns, LMB and WB–about 35 fish in a half-day trip. The River is beginning to fall nicely. Action should get better and better for at least the next week or so…but 35 fish in 4 hrs. ain’t bad! This trip was 3 generations of very nice folks. Grandpa LeRoy and his son Jacob are accomplished bowhunters who have both harvested bucks substantially larger than the 174 which hangs over my fireplace. When looking for fish for these guys on Friday i only caught a few small bass and one channel cat over several hours. The wind was blowing pretty stiff out of the NW, so I’m thinking the slow bite was barometer related. 24 hours later, they had doubles on at least twice and a triple once in the same spots with the same presentation. As the saying goes, the Lord works in mysterious ways. LeRoy has been working for the Lord for over 40 years as a full-time pastor, so I was quite–and pleasantly surprised when I dropped them back at their vehicle and Pastor LeRoy pulled a case of Canadian Whiskey out of the trunk and gave it to me. Earlier while fishing LeRoy commented on good whiskey, echoing advice his father had given him” good whiskey should tell you you’ve had a drink, but you shouldn’t drink enough to get stupid”. When he gave me the hooch he suggested I put just one ice cube in a glass, then pour in the entire bottle! Of course, this whiskey story is like a lot of fishing stories—the bottles were only 80ml each–the kind you get on an airplane. Just got home from honoring my mother-in-law on this Mother’s Day. The cube is about half-melted, the sun is getting low in the western sky and I’m gonna savor some good whiskey, stopping far short of getting stupid. Here’s looking at you LeRoy!