You know, at the end of the day there were some birds diving near the end of a major bluff wall. It was about a mile and a half away from where we were (the retreat) and that meant about 4 miles from the ramp. In my boat that makes a long ride and it was getting cold as the sun settled below the hills. I knew we should have hit it, but I think the lake had beat us down so bad we were just ready to call it, so we did.
I told Dave I wouldn't drag him out to that hell hole again anytime soon (he's 2 and 0) but I'm already thinking about going Sat and fishing in the flurries...
The challenge of that place overwhelming, but the beauty of it, and the promise that one of these days it will reveal it's secrets to me, keeps me wanting more.