The end of last week's fishing was tough. A storm blew threw and the lake level was way above normal. There was a charter booked by a young lad who fished most of his life in a 15 acre farm pond, a canned hunt. On this trip he wondered why the hell he was out there, outside of the fact that we were fishing and not catching, the little 13' footer took a beaten in 15-18 mph winds. It was so bad we left another charter on the docks. The next morning, the same folks booked us again and only the captain managed to foul hook a small largemouth.