logan's first drift boat trip

Logan, Kristy and myself floated the Oconto today through the Flatrock section, christening my boat on Wisconsin waters. I didn't even pack a rod and even more regrettably I left my camera behind. I took the top half of an old eight-weight and tied about seven feet of old fly line to it, tied a tuft of yarn on the end and made a make shift grip for a first fly rod for Logan. I don't think he let go of it the whole time, flailing away as we drifted. If a fish would have grabbed that chunk of yarn I would have been ticked that there wasn't a hook in it, but I think our necks and heads were glad that there wasn't. It was a gorgeous afternoon with the exception of the extremely vulgar and loud locals fishing at one of the access points. Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches.