It is amazing to me how time slips by. The best-laid plans fall to the wayside as other “stuff” wedges its way into our daily calendar. This last weekend, though, I was determined not to let those other things get in the way of a late-afternoon fishing trip.

Fast forward to 4 p.m Saturday afternoon. The boat is ready, the gear is prepped and the boys are eager. One problem. It’s 4 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon. I don’t know what things are like on your favorite body of water during that time frame, but my lake is overrun with boat traffic.
Fishing on a nice weekend is circumstantial at best, downright dangerous at worst. I liken it to trying to crawl across the racetrack during the Indy 500. I was stout in my conviction, though. Summer was sneaking away and I was going fishing.

After launching the boat and dodging traffic ,we safely made it to our first location. After we stopped, I tried to explain to my boys that where we fish and how we fish is going to be different on a day like this. The vast amount of boat traffic requires an angler to take a different approach. It’s not necessarily a worse day to fish, just a different day.