As I described in last summer's trip report, I was in the bow when we started having great success trolling back and forth near a narrows on Friday Bay. For reasons to this day I can't explain, at one point when we were turning around to make another pass, I laid my rod and reel across the bow. A wave kicked up my paddle and knocked my gear into the water and it sank like a stone  :'( Dumb, dumb, dumb.

The funny post script was my partner in the stern quickly grabbed a large blaze-orange depth finder clip-on weight he had in his tackle box and clipped it to the nose of his crank bait in a frantic attempt to snag my sunken rod and reel. He encountered resistance and thought he might have actually been successful, but instead pulled up an 18-inch walleye  :o So much for presentation  ;D