January 22, 2015 - Thursday
18 degrees/cloudy/calm
Pentoga Road

It appears there's been little change with Baby Caitlyn. Sargie's sister, Trish, Caitlyn's grandmother, reports that the baby is sedated and on a regimen of antibiotics. We're looking for a miracle here and continued prayers are appreciated. 

The name of the game on Wednesday was learning to read and use the new sonar, and in the end, hopefully catch a few fish. It worked. I caught more by far on Wednesday than at any other time this year.



I followed Sargie out the drive on her way to work. The first two hours of fishing produced very little. I was used to reading a sonar where the lure and fish are displayed in one long vertical line. The new unit reads horizontally with both displayed as flowing lines.

The depth is 19 feet and the water temperature is 31 degrees.
The long line on top is my lure. You can see it slope from left to right where I'd just lowered it down. The thick long line under represents a fish. Where they converge shows the fish rising to my lure.

I arrived home late Wednesday afternoon and buried my catch in a snowbank to be cleaned along with today's catch later this afternoon. I'm being optimistic, but there's no sense in making two messes. Now that I once again have eyes, fishing seems to be picking up. I'm excited.

It's too bad bass are out of season. I must have caught twenty or more.

Sargie was home early last night and we had a quiet evening. I spent most of it grading assignments. As with yesterday, I plan to follow her out of the drive on my way to the lake this morning.

But then are we surprised? I'm not. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road... 

Oh yes, Jimmy is still alive and well.