Ostensible purpose was to let the boat inside me, of the pier raft-up, out so that they could cruise to St. Mike's. But it gave me a whole day to mess around with kayaking, fishing and tourism. The tour took me all the way to the back of the creek's western cove, and I finally ran into enough shallow water and snags to turn around. It was a rising tide, so I wasn't that worried about getting stranded back there and then having to slog 400 yars in knee or thigh-deep mud. But the surface indications showed an ebb and it was definitely getting shallower. So I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached deeper water.
Caught (and released) a couple of chain pickerel. This spinner spoon and paddletail rig is a killer for pickerel. They seem completely unable to resist. It's basically a Hopkins lure that I inherited so I guess the original fisherman added the short Hopkins lure to a copper spinner. At any rate, it is highly effective!
Lunch on the sandbar was interesting with all kinds of tracks in the clear, shallow water: deer, raccoon, fox, dog, heron and human.




