Fishing Lake Limestone

This morning I got up early, 5:30AM, to go fishing with my friend Mike Collins and his father-in-law, Earl.  While loading the truck, Earl cut his arm and required some medical attention.  After we got Earl taken care of we noticed that the lights on the boat trailer weren’t working.  We stopped at the gas station down the road and Mike and I tried to troubleshoot the problem.  It appeared to be a fuse in the truck so we replaced it, but the brake lights and the turn signals still didn’t work.  Mike decided this was not an issue so we continued on our way.  On our way to Lake Limestone we took a wrong turn and ended up on a road with no access to the lake.  Darn GPS.  We turned around and tried again.  When we arrived at the marina, we discovered that the marina was closed.  Due to this we were unable to buy any bait for fishing, so we said, “the heck with it” and headed for home.  Just down the road we saw a bait and tackle shop that appeared to be open so we turned around.  We stopped by the tackle shop and discovered that it was also closed, but a local fishing guide, who is not the owner of the shop, opened it and allowed us to buy some bait.  So fishing was back on again.  We headed back to the lake and by the time we got the boat on to the water it was almost 10:30AM.  This was five hours after all of us got out of bed and the lake is only an hour drive from Mike’s house.  We fished for almost three hours and during that time I caught a 14-inch crappie, Earl caught a small catfish that was too small to keep and Mike didn’t get to fish because his time was spent driving the boat and helping Earl.  So after approximately three hours of fishing we packed up and headed for home.  It was a strange day but it was a fun day.  My worst day of fishing beats the best day of work anytime.