The visit..the work..the fishin..the end of summer

If you want the job done right, use
an unlicensed Californian contractor.

I'm good at holding things.

Single people smiling.

Couch potato's?

Cabbage rolls, the quad batch.

Lance's slab.

The trip to sunken lake.

No, we didn't keep any bass.

Sunken sunnies.

That's the good foot after standing in sunken
for 3 hours.

Mona arrives.

If you take a leak here one side goes to the Gulf of MX and
the other goes to Canada. I selected the Canadian side.

13 inches, but the only one that size.

Mona calls them the "big mouthed bass."

Yes, that is really a northern.

A "slot walleye." We had to throw back numerous @ 20+ inches.

The 2nd trip to sunken.

Another chance to catch a leech between my toes.

When that N western blows, up goes the tarps.

How to withstand 25-29 wind gusts off the lake.

Just consider it an attempt at "sexting."

Dinner in the van.

We had to move the camp the last night. No prob there,
nobody in the campground but us, wonder why?

You don't need sunshine to catch sunnies.

Now, sunnies in the van.