Day 251: The day began at Riffe Lake's public fishing bridge. My 90-year old fishing buddy, his youngest daughter and I arrived on site about 10 AM, fished for an hour and never had a single bite. A smart fisherman knows when to admit he's licked, so we packed up the gear and headed east to Lake Scanewa, the nearest of two possibilities.
Scanewa is a pleasant lake which affords good fishing on a sporadic basis. Today was a good day for those who cast from the bank. Most of the piscatorial prizes measured between ten and twelve inches. The one notable exception...an eighteen-inch fat rainbow...rounded out my limit and made my day.
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