Star date 41425 Captain’s Log: Chased the sun until we somehow located Moors Resort at Gilbertsville, Kentucky. Actually, we found Gilbertsville on accident because Moors Resort is not located in this small Bluegrass State village. Besides a couple guys in the duplex next to us, the resort is ours. The Skeeter is docked in slip A9, and it has even less company in the marina than we do.

Kentucky Lake is swollen to the brim. The breakwall that protects the harbor at Moors Marina is barely visible. A cup of coffee that’s as much milk as java best describes the color of the water. The historic flooding taking place in the Ohio River Valley has not relinquished its grip on Kentucky and surrounding states just yet. However, a reservation made inside the 30 day “get out of Moors free” card has Mary and I here for five nights.

Finding Moors proved to be our first accomplishment after making a wrong turn somewhere. Successfully launching the boat ( means the plug was in) proved to be our second victory of the day after crashing into the Central time zone. Turning the eight hour trip into over nine hours of driving left us with just enough energy to unpack the truck, dock the boat in A9, and fix a spaghetti supper.

After my nightly standard snooze of six hours, day two has started afresh. However, the full moon is still in charge of the sky since its four o’clock in the morning. The sun will soon take over its daily supervising role and this country will be no place for old bass.

“Fish the bushes in shallow water,” was the advice from the young man fishing on the boat slip’s walkway. He landed two bass on a homemade Ned rig setup while we talked. Stay posted for the daily report as Mary and I seek out new and exciting species of swollen Kentucky Lake.

Which is another way of saying if there’s a sheepshead in this lake, I’ll find it.