It was just one for those days where being on the water took priority over everything else. 70 degrees and calm winds. The lake was like glass as I headed out about 10 am. I started fishing around the docks with little luck, but then I grew tired of the monotony of the cast and reel and took off to check out some new ground. I got to a spot on the south end of the lake that was gorgeous and looked like prime fishing. I couldn't help but notice how still and peaceful everything was.
I sat down on the back chair and just looked around a while......until this fella decided to take away all that was holy and quiet.
He was a monster. They must have been doing military training since he kept circling and fake landing for nearly an hour and a half. Sometimes I swear I could have reached up and touched the tail he was flying so low. Didn't help I was lined up with the runway he was landing on. At first I was in awe of such a huge plane, but then I grew tired of the rumbling and moved on.
Still an awesome day on the water. My skunk is still attached as I left the lake without a catch, but that's not really why I was out there to begin with.