Went to Erie for the first run of what I hope will be many. Met Dan and Sean at the Elk access at 6:30. From there we took a shortcut to the “log hole”. Little did we know the mud was 2 feet deep there. I proceeded to fall backwards, dominoing Sean backwards and we both lay in the mud laughing our heads off, which by the way, the yucks continued throughout the day. Dan had so many one liners I would have to write a book to list them all. Wonder how Sean’s blog will read.
Sean started the day by catching one right off the bat. After 3 fruitless hours I went down to the mudhole where I caught a nice steelie. Upon my return Sean had 3 and Dan caught 2.
I wouldn’t have traded this day for another. That being said I gotta go and get my vest and jacket out of the washer. That Erie mud sure does stink!