It took two tries to get there. The first ended in this.

I noticed the boat had a lean to it and started to slow down but then heard the roar when the tire disintegrated. Had a jack and blocks so no problem changing but did not like the looks of my spare. Was half way there so a U turn and back home and then to the tire store for two new tires. Better be safe than sorry. The next day, Thursday, all went well. Got a nip on the second cast and several more but after getting optimistic when reality set in I figured they were bream because I caught one. I did chase the skunk off relatively early but no more until just after noon. I had become dejected thinking I had overcome all the problems the day before just to get there and have a water haul, so took a ride. Wolf Lake is long and I rode almost to the other end, turned around and was coming back when I passed some trees where I used to catch some fish. There were 5 trees and one yielded a small bass. Enthused, I figured that would give me about 300 yards to catch another or I would be homeward bound. Caught another in about 150 yards with a 1/4 ounce Booyah. Another 300 yards and another small bass. That continued until I caught 7 missing only one bite. They were all small and shallow, some in just a foot of water. Even though the fish were small I felt like I had pulled the fat out of the fire. When looking for the tire picture I ran across the following picture taken September 15, 2006 at Enid. Hal and I caught those bass on the “old fart” point at the same time.