48℉, Clear, Calm
They didn't have meatballs at Subway, bummer. It was dead calm. I did see a couple of eyes. A very small fish at Standing Rock and about 20-incher swimming tight to the rocks at the harbor mouth. I missed a bite right away at the Harbor Mouth on the Rage Swimmer. At the end of my night, a native with dreads from Leech that goes by Rasta showed up with a couple of buds and two chicks. He wanted to show me his hot walleye Rapala but couldn't find it. He also explained that I should have been using a treble hook lure and I wouldn't have lost the fish that bit. He wasn't having my excuse that I couldn't get hit on a treble hook lure tonight. Nice guy.
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