Fishing Trip to Pewaukee Lake

Djeneba getting some reading done at Smokey’s Muskie Shop.


Andy Pilots the boat.  He took over from me after I killed the engine and couldn’t figure out how to get it started back up. Andy read the directions. Started the engine.
Show-off.


Andy musters the gear.


Bruce hauls in the anchor. About a bale of seaweed, and several pounds of rich fragrant Pewaukee mud.  Catch of the day. Photo by dj-bor.

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Djeneba indicates the diameter of the cold, hate-filled eyeball of the dread Pewaukee Lake Kolossal Kraken we outwitted by making it laugh (knock knock, who’s there?, yo momma, yo momma who?, yo momma has suckered tentacles and a propulsion siphon) and then, mid-guffaw, propping open its evil voracious beak with our oars. Better luck next time, you despicable, spineless (invertebrate) chromatophore-laden cephalopod.


Back safely on terra firma. Great trip.


…now this.  A painting of a dog in a sombrero. At Seesters in Pewaukee. ¡Olé!