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Body of Water: Reeds Lake Boat: Numenon With: A Time: 11 AM - 1:30 PM Conditions: Super pleasant. About 70 degrees and sunny, but with WNW winds to about 15 mph. Water was 74 degrees and green, with less than 3 feet of visibility. This was a bit of a different trip! I was joined by A, we hit the water at the crack of 11 AM, it was my birthday, and it was both A's retirement day, but also her last day in Michigan. I turned 56, and A was done with Michigan, almost 34 years to the day we left New England. With property, a boat and now, a wife, waiting for me back in New England, it's certain that the next phase of my life will take place back there. I am more than okay with that; I just need to figure out the logistics of making it happen! But as for the fishing: I banked on weed-edge bass still being present, and they were. Unfortunately, the four I stuck in the first hour were all on the small side, with only one measuring over 14 inches and the rest just shy of that mark. Still, I was pleased with the pace of the bites and remained hopeful that I would connect with a nicer fish in the time I had available to fish. The WNW wind was just strong enough to make boat control difficult. I'd been able to effectively trace the weed edge near shore, but when I relocated to the central lake hump, I struggled to maintain the proper contact with the appropriate depth range of 9 feet or so. I chose to move off the edge and scour the hard bottom in 15 - 20 feet with a blade-bait. This resulted in an immediate crappie and a missed fish, but I still felt more confident with, and so returned to, my DT10 crank. I did briefly connect with a heavy fish, right on a key spot on the edge. Unfortunely, this worthwhile bass came of, and I lost any mojo that I had going. After a few more struggles controlling the boat, I moved to a final offshore area and cranked with a very deep-diving crank. This produced nothing. We were out of time, and we pulled the plug on this pleasant, but unproductive, outing. What do I have to say about this? A followed me blindly to Michigan back in 1985, because she believed in me, and she believed in us. Now it is my turn, and I will return her favor. Michigan has treated us well, and I look toward to whatever fortune New England might hold for us. In the meantime, I'll do my best to introduce myself to as many fine Michigan fish as I possibly can. I think I'll return to Reeds tomorrow, under calmer conditions, and see what I can find! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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