And nice planning the trip on a new moon, too! Some think it's an old wive's tale, not me. Many years ago I went to Crowley with my dad. You wouldn't believe how many fish were leaping around the boat and nary a one did we catch, and no, not it's not because of lack of talent. Same trip we stopped at Convict Lake and it was so windy the lake had rather sizeable white caps. Disappointing, but it didn't matter cuz I had fun just being on a trip with my dad. It's still a great memory, I won't say how long.
