On the morning that this photo was taken we spent 2 hours on the boat launch trying to get our engine to turn over. We were able to buy a pint of 2 stroke oil from a marine dealer a few miles from the launch and added it to the already half full reservoir under the deck our 18′ Dixie Slingshot Bass Boat in hopes that somehow it would help. With our fingers crossed we turned the key again to no avail. Our frustration turned to straight anger as we came to the realization that our fishing trip was over and instead of spending all of Saturday and Sunday fishing, we were going to be spending Saturday driving back to Chicago.
After another half hour of sitting on the boat in silent rage turning to key periodically hoping for a miracle, we started to pack it in. Just as we were about to put her back on the trailer and go check out of our hotel, Pete turned the key one last time and she started up like butter. It was truly a fishing miracle.
We got to our spot and absolutely crushed the small mouth that day. We caught over 60. The pictured fish was the average size that we were catching that day, with a few fish up to 19″. As an added bonus, as we were getting back to the launch exhausted from a day of Smallmouth dominance a DNR member was there taking surveys. He asked me how many fish we caught on the day and after thinking about it for a minute I said “A lot man, probably over 60?”. He looked surprised and I asked him why, he then informed me that we caught more fish than all other boats he surveyed combined that day.
It was one of those truly magical days on the water that are unbelievably rare. We were fortunate enough to find the fish on this day when no one else seemed to.
To say the least, the beers tasted better than usual that night.