Apparently, the water under I-81 was shallow and had current. I guess he banged the prop a few times.
The chill of the morning became a heat wave after my little burst of energy. It turns out that my bridge adventure was the most exciting part of the morning. I found that Goodale in not too shallow and that the only fish I could find were pickerel. After all the fuss to get into this body of water, I left and headed back into the main lake.
I started shallow. Nothing. I tried a little deeper along a drop off. Nothing. Over the span of an hour, I only had one bump on a jerkbait. And I'm pretty sure it was a perch. By the time I resorted to the idea of dragging a drop shot in 25-30ft, I saw Matt making his way towards me. Matt is a fellow kayak angler and offered to meet me on Little York that afternoon.
After a quick discussion and debating our options, it was confirmed. We were headed back to Goodale. Back under the bridge. The only issue, Matt has a Hobie PA14. The water under the bridge was too shallow to use the fins and the PA14 is a beast to paddle. In the end, he hopped out and dragged over the last hurtle but we made it.
The Sun had disappeared and a steady north wind made conditions a little less comfortable. We quickly started working the edges of the deepest hole and caught a mixed bag of perch, pickerel.
I released the bass and duplicated the same process. Again, I was greeted with an immediate bite. Turned out to be my best of the day.
Despite the fishing not being great, my real life experience has only magnified my imagination even more! I saw the lily pads starting to grow. There is deep water, surrounded by shallow flats. Goodale should be excellent for fishing the frog! I'll be back.