After making it an all nighter, leaving the church at 1:00am and getting in line at the lake at 2:00am, the plan of sleeping in the truck all night was foiled by caffeine and adrenaline.  No one slept a wink.

 

The morning started out nicely with many fish but as the day wore on, Phillip had a terrible headache.  He was awakening by Adam Pierce screaming "PHILLIP, GET THE ANCHOR!"

 

Apparently the wind had come up in a way that it only can in our neck of the woods. Our boats, previously peacefully anchored was screaming across the lake toward the trees.  We finally regained control and tied off to a log but the day had more in store.  Thurman in his boat backed up over his basket full of fish and dumped out all of his carefully harvested fish.  While we were laughing, our boat did the EXACT SAME THING!

 

We didn't have anything to take come besides pictures and stories, but it was still fun.