The sun is up high in the sky and the wind has died to just about a breath. The only ripple on the lake is from the boats rocking around on this place. And I mean rocking - to all sorts of beats. We have had several soundtracks to guide us on this day, booming from the stereos of all these boats taking off from the launch.
Over in Pirch's camp, he made a move from the ramp to a point he fished earlier. He just keeps running this rotation - currently on round two. He also caught another keeper, but it was small and he didn't even check to see if it would help him, instead throwing it right back in the lake.
Another lull right now for Pirch - he catches a few in a row and then goes awhile without a bite. We're ready for that next flurry anytime.