Here I sit reflecting on the past two days on the water. Day one we drove through wind and rain to arrive at the same on the reservoir. We geared up quickly and hit the water in anticipation of large, hormonal, piscivorous fish. Bouncing across open water was brutal. With every wave we bounced over I was soaked. The wind blew each hull splash over the gunwale and into my face. We ran quickly to a sheltering cove where we found another group of fishermen huddle around a camp fire. Brent must have been itching for a pike pretty bad, because as soon as the bow of the boat hit ground he was off and throwing shots from the shore. Shane did the same from the stern deck and beat the surrounding cover soundly. The storm subsided enough to venture out of our sheltering cove and endeavor a search of the larger bay. Brent and Shane fished hard, wet, and most likely hungry! Real fishy dudes here! I think the only thing they stopped casting for all day was to ensure that their waders didn't become too "pleasantly warm/wet." We were rewarded.