Friday night I drove out to Dave’s again.  His wife was still in Hawaii and wasn’t coming home until Saturday night.  So, the boys had one last day of freedom.

We stayed up until 2am or so drinking beer and watching Howard Stern On Demand on Comcast cable.  I can’t say that i’ve been a Stern fan in the last 10 years or so–all the commercials on terrestrial radio really turned me off.  However, since he’s made the switch to satellite I must say that he’s the best he’s ever been.  I don’t think I’d spend the cash on a Sirius receiver and subscription…  but, there are other ways of getting the show…

Saturday morning we drove out to Lake Camanche again.  This is a beautiful time of year at that lake.  The days are warm, but not yet scalding hot.  In mid-summer it’s well over 100 degrees every day.  Saturday it got up to the low 80s.  After the morning fog burned off it turned into a breezy, cloudless day.

Once again, we could see the bass in the backbays and shallows.  The water temperature was in the low 70s and it was sooo clear.  In places where our sonar read 20 feet deep we could see the bottom.  So we could see the fish swimming around the boat.  However, getting them to bite was another story.

I managed to catch a nice bass on a red and black speckeled Gulp! plastic worm.  No weights, just dead-stickin’ it.  Every once in awhile I’d twitch it, mocking a dying or injured baitfish.  The bass hit it pretty hard and gave a good fight.  It was probably 2 or 3 pounds.  Not my biggest, but still fun to catch.

We packed up and left around 6pm.  I was worried about traffic in Stockton, until Dave reminded me it was Saturday.  I never know what day it is any more.

Have you ever seen those little taco trucks on the sides of roads and on street corners?  Dave stopped at one just outside of Stockton.  Let me just say–it was boomin’.  Delicious.  Awesome.  I had those little tacos on those little corn tortillas with lots of pickled radishes and carrots.  Al pastor.  The best.

Finally back at Dave’s house we spent 15 minutes or so cleaning up the boat and putting her away.  I love that thing.  Last summer we had a blast–sometimes fishing 3 or 4 times a week.  With summer right around the corner those days will soon be returning.

I can’t wait.