frank2004

Hurricane Frank

Summer 2004

September 17-18

Hurricane Frank blew in at 12:15 on Thursday, so I took off and we fished Friday and Saturday. He flew
home Sunday. Hurricane Ivan was supposed to spoil all hope of fishing, but after a bit of rain on Tursday it bid us adieu and left for East Tennessee. As strange as it may seem, both Frank and I are on the wagon for different reasons, mostly medical. But hey! Sober ain't so bad once you stop hanging out with the drunks!

Bill Hostettler loaned us his boat and, since I had a 1 7/8"
ball and needed a 2" one, his truck as well. What a prince!
Here we are on Percy Priest on Friday. Cloudy, but
no rain and not enough wind to spoil things. Fishing was
fun, but catching was sparse.

I caught this little fellow and took his photo since we
weren't likely to catch many more, it seemed. Sure
enough, we didn't.
It's late and the sun is low and so is our energy.

A beautiful sunset marked the end of a lucky day. Not
much in the way of fish, but a great day on the lake that
we had expected to be stormy and maybe impossible.
Here we are Saturday up a beautiful creek at
Center Hill. Despite an interstate crawl (we circled
back and went a back way) we were fishing by 1pm.

We figured we'd better take a photo of this one. As
it turned out it was almost the only trophy we got.
We left the lake early so we could return Bill's truck
and boat and be able to spend some deck time with Mom.

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Bill Hostettler loaned us his boat and, since I had a 1 7/8" ball and needed a 2" one, his truck as well. What a prince!	Here we are on Percy Priest on Friday. Cloudy, but no rain and not enough wind to spoil things. Fishing was fun, but catching was sparse.
I caught this little fellow and took his photo since we weren't likely to catch many more, it seemed. Sure enough, we didn't.	It's late and the sun is low and so is our energy.
A beautiful sunset marked the end of a lucky day. Not much in the way of fish, but a great day on the lake that we had expected to be stormy and maybe impossible.	Here we are Saturday up a beautiful creek at Center Hill. Despite an interstate crawl (we circled back and went a back way) we were fishing by 1pm.
We figured we'd better take a photo of this one. As it turned out it was almost the only trophy we got.	We left the lake early so we could return Bill's truck and boat and be able to spend some deck time with Mom.