Good times on the Jesus dock

Last week I took an old gangplank--salvaged years ago from Island Station, the funky, late, lamented houseboat colony of St. Paul--and set it up as a dock. In my typical half-assed manner, I used random flotsam as piers. An old barrel. A log. A scrap pallet. You get the picture. It's not a cell-phone safe structure--at least, not if you don't have a water proof cell phone.

The dock extends out a nice distance but, in addition to being wobbly, stands only two to three inches about the water. When you walk out, it feels like you're walking on water. Hence the moniker Jesus dock.

As you can see from the images, it's quite fishy out there. I hit four smallies and a shrimp walleye in about 15 minutes the other night.