The Cabin
Day One We put in at the usual spot on the Brownsville Rd. Mr. "X" was back for another trip. I guess since Hatchett Creek soundly defeated him last year, it was time to try it again. It was interesting to see the different gear Mr. "X" had this year. He had purchased a new green Coleman canoe and had less "survival" gear this time. It was ironic how similar his gear was to ours. George used his Mohawk, Steve was in his green Coleman, Bob was in his green Coleman, and I was in my red Coleman. We were all going solo this year on the first day, so fishing was going to be interesting. Trying to steer a canoe with one hand and fish with the other requires extraordinary coordination. We had to contend with the usual trees that crisscrossed the creek for the first half-mile or so. The fish were biting but the number of casts per hour was probably cut in half. This was due to the solo fishing/paddling we were dealing with. Mr. "X" has yet to figu...