Getting Skunked is Pretty Rare.

Yesterday I got up at 5:30 am and met my cousin for a day of fishing at Presque Isle. The wind was blowing hard from the southwest and although it was pretty warm out, it was very difficult to throw and watch bobbers. Around 7:00 my cousin managed to land a decent bass around 15 inches. Surprisingly, that was it for the day. It was one of those days when you sit there and ponder if there are any fish in the water. No perch, crappies, or bluegills. In fact, I only had two bites. Oh well, maybe this week I will catch the big school of crappies. I talked to a bunch of other fisherman with similar reports. I guess all the fish were fat and happy from the day before. Anyway, this time of year it is rare to get skunked so I should feel privileged; it was a rare day. Happy fishing!