Made our typical run to Cedarville for fishing credentials and perishables, but it
wasn’t too long before we got our lines wet. The perch weren’t biting, so I did my
initial half-mile channel swim. The water is unusually warm for the middle of
September and I didn’t even need a wet suit. Our chums JD and Bob arrived in the
afternoon, so, after prepping the Sylvan, we mounted our first salmon operation
of the trip. We got skunked, but were able to work the bugs out with a
worthwhile shakedown.