My brother and I decided since the both of us have Good Friday off, might try for some fish. But as we watched the weather, it started calling for rain and we scrambled for a different day to try.
Thursday after work looked about right. Maybe some rain, but only a bit in the evening, how bad can it be?
Thursday rolls around and my brother gets home first and grabs rods, tackle and ponchos just in case and heads over to our parents to get the boat ready after being stored for winter. I race there after work too and find out a family friend is joining us on our little excursion, he was worried about the rain so I said he could use my plastic poncho. My coat will be just fine.

We begin remove tarps and protective sheets and get our stuff in the boat. No pin for the swing out hitch! Test out the motor to get her running and find out that she won't start!
After testers, cables and jumping the boat we came to the conclusion that the battery is dead.
Dang!
Make the call and run up to the closest store for a new starter and a new pin for the trailer. 70 bucks later we are back and the motor starts right up. Success!

Race to the launch and the wind is sending surges of 1 to 2 foot waves at us. Our decision was to fish canals, so the waves didn't worry us. Put everything in, took all of the straps off, even remembered the plug! Boat is in the water, we are getting ready to prime the motor and realise we left the life jackets. Safety first, especially on a blustery day. So we decided my brother will drive the short distance to get those preservers of life, in the event we get tossed out of the boat.

He returns and we start the boat up and motor out on the lake, floatation devices firmly strapped to ourselves.
For at canal is easy going. So we start fishing. Casting to docks, pilings, branches, anything that could hold crappie. Not a nibble. We move around, surely there's got to be a hungry fish somewhere to pull my cork under?
Again,
Not
Even
a
nibble.

Then it began to rain..

Nothing hard, but enough to make us a little soggy. We look at each other and ask where the ponchos are. I didn't grab them, my brother didn't grab them and our friend didn't either. They were sitting, nice, and dry in the truck back at the launch.
After an hour and a half, slowly being soaked, we called it and went back to the truck and home to a nice cold beer.
There's always another, Drier, day to try for crappie.

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