Water mid 50s, good clarity and weeds. Fished noon until dark. Was anxious to get back after a decent opener and ornery Thorn was back, not much contact at all. Wasn't fishing well either, and in trying to hit a favorite place toward sundown a big angry swan charged and kept coming. I've avoided them when I needed to before but this seemed like it wanted in the boat, beating its wings like it'd hop up and in.

So I end up going full blast with the electric, this damn thing chasing me across the lake, the ridiculousness of it all included there not being time to pull in the troller and get on the gas motor since it seemed it'd be on me in the time it'd take to make the change. If I'd had my trusty Ruger I'd tap 2 in that MF'ers chest and claim self defense. Finally it gives up and I get on the gas motor and throw wake in its face as I head to my last spot, having lost serious prime sundown fishing time to this utterly idiotic experience.

Then I get darn lucky and a decent one hits hard and stays pinned at the last spot right after sundown. It was good meeting Don W. and his boys after she was in the net, and Don took a much appreciated pic.