Friday evening came quickly as I had only worked 28 hours last week. Ouch, that will hurt in October.
I took off a little early from work to pack up before G-Diddy showed up. We were just finishing packing when he called and said he was around the corner. Shortly after that we were driving to Canton Lake for our weekend fishing trip.
Mizike had gotten to the lake a long time before we arrived and had his campsite set up. We started working on G-Diddy’s tent first. The poles were not held together by bungee and some of the metal ends had fallen off. It took a lot of work but we got it figured out.
By the time we started on my tent it was well past dark. My tent went up quickly with everybody helping. Then it was on to blow up the air mattresses. Unfortunately, my pump was dead and never did take a charge. I was the only one with a pump so we had to blow the beds up by hand.
Mizike and I were sharking (hand on the forehead that means it time to do a shot) each other and drinking quite a bit of Captain Morgan.
At some point, after I was well inebriated, I was getting something in the boat. I don’t remember anything after that. Mizike filled me in the next day. Apparently I was grabbing something out of the boat and fell backwards hitting my head on the pavement. My head was bleeding, but I still wanted to go fishing. I ended up getting back to the tent where my wife bandaged and my head to stop the bleeding. She said that when I got the tent I was talking about Communists, how they were all around us, and going to get us.
The next morning I woke up on the floor of the tent, curled in a ball. It was cold. I got up before looking at the time. It was before 6:00 AM. The sun wasn’t out yet. I fished off the bank in the dark for about an hour. As soon as the sun was up I had donuts, brownies, and nutty bars on the table for everyone to eat. Then I started to get a little louder so everyone would wake up. That’s when I found out what had happened the night before. I must have had a concussion the way I was talking after the fall and not being able to remember anything.
We didn’t have enough life jackets so Mizike and I drove over to a store by the dam to find one. We snuck in some biscuits and gravy while we were there. The whole time I had my bandage on with bloody gauze sticking out the back. I was getting some strange looks. We got back and had the boat in the water by around 9:00 AM. The lake was down about 12 - 15 feet and most of the boat ramps were unusable. We tried 2 before we found one that was barely usable at the dam. The trailer tires would drop off the ramp but were were able to pull the boat out anyway.
The most usable ramp is in Canadian Camp Ground. It seems to have been built for these low water conditions.
We started out trolling the dam. G-Diddy caught one, then Leo. It was pretty slow for trolling so we decided to drift jig heads with plastic chartreuse grubs and a worm over a drop that went from 17 foot to 3 foot in about a 100-yard stretch.
Leo kicked our butts. He was catching about 5 to the rest of our 1. His pole was about to get stolen. He would offer to let Mizike reel the next one in and as Mizike would grab the pole Leo would be bouncing begging for his pole back. Leo had a nice sized walleye up to the boat. I tried to sling it over the windshield but the walleye shook off, right before I got him to the boat. I ended up catching a smaller walleye shortly after that. It wasn’t a keeper like Leo’s would have been.
It got warm and the wind was blowing hard by 1:00 so we went back to camp to get a bite to eat and some rest before going back out around 5:30. We only fished a couple hours the next time out and had no luck.
Once we were back at the camp we got our feast ready for the evening. We had 4 pounds of crab legs, 2 pounds of shrimp, 2 pounds of muscles, 2 packs of New Orleans Style Brats and a bunch of Corn on the cob all boiled up in a crab pot.
We ate a ton. Everybody was about done when we added 2 more pounds of crab legs and more corn on the cob to the pot. Leo about ate the 2 pounds of crab himself and more corn. He said he was miserable from eating so much and was ready for bed.
The next morning we didn’t get up quite as early. We went out on the boat and tried drifting then trolling but couldn’t find the fish. The wind had switched for the 3rd time in 2 days and started to blow out of the West. By the time we got our lines in and boat started there were already huge swells between the loading ramp and us.
At the loading ramp, I noticed a board was loose as Mizike was backing it into the water. The bolt had come out. I had G-Diddy hold the boat against the wind at the courtesy ramp while I went and tied the board on with braided fishing line. It worked for the time being and we were able to get the boat loaded.
We went back to camp and tore it down. We were on our way home a little before 1:00.
Monday after lunch I started feeling really crappy and exhausted. My neck was hurting, the side of my head was hurting, the back of my head was hurting, and I felt nauseous and dizzy. I finally made an appointment to see the doctor since I had fallen and hit my head. I didn’t know if there was some swelling going on inside my skull.
They didn’t hesitate to have a CT scan done. The results came back good. Just a little bruising around the area I hit my head. I did however have extreme Sinusitis. That was the reason I was feeling so miserable. I wish we would have known that before I had a CT scan done. Now I will be out around 1500.00 for Sinusitis.
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| My Walleye and My Bandage |
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| Several Ramps Ended at the Water Line. Mizike was testing this one when he about slipped on the moss. |
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| Leo and Gavin learning washers |
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| Gavin playing washers in front of the tent |
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| The days keepers (Mostly Leo's) |
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