Splash! The fish were jumping everywhere on the lake. We just arrived at my great grandparents cabin in Elcho, Wisconsin. We are on Post Lake with the glistening water that is filled with crappies, bluegills, northern, musky and bass. All the usual people were up there which include: my grandparents, aunts and uncles, some cousins and my family. This is my family’s favorite place to go on the weekends or in the summer time. It was in the middle of June and the fishing was going to be amazing because the fish were biting, according to my grandpa. I knew it was going to be a great weekend of fishing and riding the six seater Can-Am that was parked in the driveway. The forest green cabin is small, but the more people, the merrier. There also is a detached garage that we use for bunking people because there are fold down beds. This is usually where the “boys” and the dogs have to sleep. The first night we had a delicious supper which
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That morning we fished for some bluegill, but they were not biting very well. So we came back into the cabin, and took the Can-Am down to Pollock Creek to go fishing. The lily pads were coming up very nice so I thought it would be perfect for fishing. My cousin Jack and I casted out our poles and caught only a few bluegill, so we left to go back to the cabin. Driving back to the cabin, the trees were glimmering in the sunlight and the breeze felt just right. That night we went down to the mouth of the river to catch crappie. It took awhile to get just the right spot. I was with my great uncle Joe and his kids Jack and Paige. My grandpa and grandma were in the other boat with my family. Just at dark, we got the first bite. Then after that one after another, the crappies were practically jumping into the camouflage John boat. Both boats were hammering the crappies and we even caught some bass. It was getting late and the mosquitos were eating us alive even with our Deep Woods mosquito spray, so we decided to pull anchor and head
That morning we fished for some bluegill, but they were not biting very well. So we came back into the cabin, and took the Can-Am down to Pollock Creek to go fishing. The lily pads were coming up very nice so I thought it would be perfect for fishing. My cousin Jack and I casted out our poles and caught only a few bluegill, so we left to go back to the cabin. Driving back to the cabin, the trees were glimmering in the sunlight and the breeze felt just right. That night we went down to the mouth of the river to catch crappie. It took awhile to get just the right spot. I was with my great uncle Joe and his kids Jack and Paige. My grandpa and grandma were in the other boat with my family. Just at dark, we got the first bite. Then after that one after another, the crappies were practically jumping into the camouflage John boat. Both boats were hammering the crappies and we even caught some bass. It was getting late and the mosquitos were eating us alive even with our Deep Woods mosquito spray, so we decided to pull anchor and head