Day 3 sucked. I didn’t catch a damn thing worth keeping. Today was almost as slow, but I caught a 24.5 inch, 4 pound trophy walleye, which made up for the drought. We’ve had some serious thunderstorms, too. Thunder and lightning rattle-cabining. My neck was ridiculously stiff yesterday, so Luke lent me a Vicodin and a muscle relaxer which made me limber enough to continues fishing. Thankfully I’m resistant to painkillers. We’re baking some walleye tonight and will be eating shortly. We’ll be back on the lake in a few hours. I’m a bit sunburned, and the game face in the photo is deliberately serious. Woo!