Nearly a phenomanal afternoon in Leeville
Dad and I got on the fish Saturday afternoon about 4:00 and were about to hammer em, til mother nature intervened. Damn thunderstorms blew up near where we were fishing, lotta lightning, and we had to beat it back to the camp. Smart move, but it sure does hurt to leave em biting. Dad hung one that I would have loved to see, hook pulled out before we got a look at him but dad couldn't move it. Still a good weekend even if the fishing was schizo, new boat performed better than expected, and got to spend another good time with the old man.
