I have been fishing this lake for all my life, and still found fishing to be the best way to relax and unwind from the pressures of work. It's just you and the fish, trying to figure out what they want, where they are, how fast of a presentation, what color... There are a myriad of choices and situations that make it much like a chess game, but much more enjoyable. With all the holiday traffic on the lake, the fish in the main portions of the lake were driven deep into the channels, making them essentially unfishable. To counter this I had moved to the more remote and secluded bays that still contained channels for the fish to lay in and flats for them to feed on. The particular bay I was working was just such a bay, with an eight to ten foot deep channel that twisted and turned in the old stream bed, flanked by mud flats that varied from four feet deep to as little as eighteen inches with the water at its current height. That too was always a factor, since the lake was a power dam reservoir and its level fluctuated by as much as half a foot a day.
Like I said, I was enjoying motor trolling the twisting channel at precisely two point four miles per hour, several crank baits dragging across the continuous depth changes seeking those elusive walleye Pike. I was quite enjoying the solitude of the bay, sitting on the stern of my boat, running the small outboard, wearing nothing but a pair of workout shorts to combat the unseasonably warm weather. My solitude was interrupted when a fairly large runabout rolled in under the bridge and steamed up the channel toward me, clearly aware of its twists and turns. I watched it worm its way nearly half way up the twisting channel until it settled into the water near what I knew was a sand bar.
I was actually surprised to see a woman and several girls anchor the runabout just off the edge of the channel, and most of them jump over the side of the boat into the four foot deep water.
By the time I had made my run to the end of the half mile long channel and turned to head back they were jumping off the stern of the boat like a diving board and squealing like only teen girls can when they're having fun. My trip down the channel was going to take me easily within thirty yards of so of their boat, since they had anchored in a narrow portion of the channel with only two feet of water on the other side, much too little for me to get my fairly deep draft boat across.
I made my way down, running across the constantly changing depths, while trying to keep my boat from running aground on any of the shallow points. As I approached I realized that they were a bit older than teens, looking like they were closer to twenty or so. They actually looked a bit familiar, and as I approached I realized that I had seen them a few docks down from my parents, where I was staying. There was lots of giggling and squealing as one of them climbed up on the large padded stern platform of the boat and quickly turned around and pulled her bikini bottom down to moon me for several long seconds before she jumped off the side of the boat and out of sight of me.
Needless to say I was a bit surprised, but not at all upset. The young lady had a remarkably good looking ass, and she had pulled the bottom down more than far enough for me to see her pussy. As I motored away I could hear plenty of squealing, but any words were drowned out by the noise of my outboard reflecting back up from the water.
I finished my pass and turned to make another run up the channel, coming back to the location of the runabout about fifteen minutes later. To my surprise this time there were two young ladies standing on the stern, clearly waiting for me to make my return. When I was nearly even with their boat, the two quickly pulled their tops up, flashing me a pair of creamy white tits, wiggling their chests around to make their tit jump and wiggle seductively before they let go of their tops and jumped over the far side of the boat, while the older lady, maybe late thirties or so, sunning in the bow, laughing at the antics of her charges.
It was another fifteen minutes before I was again approaching their boat, this time with all three standing on the stern. I had no idea what was coming that time, but I was prepared to enjoy the show. As I approached the three pulled their tops up to expose their tits and then pulled their bottoms down to their thighs, exposing their bodies to me. The stood shouting at me "show us your dick!" much like horny guys call for girls to show their tits. I had to admit that my dick had grown quite hard, but I was far from prepared for that display. I simply called back "I need more!" to buy myself another pass. Who knows what they would try the next time.
It was a good ten minutes before I was able to make the turn and work back up to where they were. This time the three of them stood on the stern completely naked, shouting for me to "show it all". When one of them turned around and bent over, spreading her legs and showing me her full pussy, how could I refuse? I stood up in the stern and pushed my shorts down, allowing my hard dick to spring out in all its glory toward them. The three on the stern cheered and clapped for me while I sat back down to steer the boat, my shorts still around my knees, my hard dick now sticking up out of my lap. I watched the lady in the bow make a low whistle while she watched me go by. I made my way a bit up the channel and decided to turn early and go back. By the time I had made it to a wide enough stretch to make the turn, I noticed the boat had pulled anchor and started up, apparently having the fun they were looking for. I could see the lady in the bow still stowing the anchor as one of the girls put the throttle down.
The original pilot knew the channel well, and hand threaded the needle as if they had been doing it for years, but the new pilot had no clue that she had the boat pointed toward a very shallow mud bar. If she had kept the throttle down, they might have made it, even if they did churn some mud, the depth of a boat up on plane being far less than a sitting boat.
Unfortunately the older ladies shout of concern caused her to pull the throttle back, the settling boat sinking into not only the water but the mud easily fifty yards from the edge of the channel.
I knew this was trouble, and reeled in my lines to go help what was a thoroughly stranded boat. The only way out was to push and pull it over the mud flat, if they had enough muscle power to do it.
By the time I got my boat to the edge of the flat, anchored and prepared to go help them, they had been pushing and pulling for almost ten minutes and appeared to not have made much progress. They were going to need a tow. My shorts back where they belonged, I dug out my long anchor lines and prepared to make a long tow line. Hopefully I had enough rope or they were going to be stuck until the water came up higher.
I dropped over the side into the three foot deep water and tied one end off to the stern loop used for pulling skiers, and then headed toward them paying out the line as I did.
"Looks like you got a bit stuck," I called as I approached.
"Just a bit," the older lady called as I walked closer. As I approached I got a much better look at her, and found that she was quite attractive in the aqua bikini, her medium sized tits wiggling enticingly in the material and the tiny brief bottom cutting across her hips just high enough to cover her mound and the wet material showing all the outlines of her pussy. I also realized that I had indeed seen her before, out sunning a few docks down from where I was sitting on my folks dock, soaking some minnows the other day. At the time I had admired her body from afar, but she looked much more attractive closer and wet.
"I think the only way is to try to pull it out," I said to her as I payed out line toward her boat.
"I'd appreciate it. One of the girls thought she was being helpful!" she said as she glared back at the girls standing sheepishly near the boat.
"That or they wanted a quick getaway," I said with a laugh.
"That too," she agreed, returning my smile. "They seemed to be having a lot of fun teasing you. I'm not sure they really knew what to do when you obliged them."
"Yeah, well. That probably wasn't the best choice on my part either." I said sheepishly as I tied the line to the bow eye of their boat, snugging it up as best I could.
"I wasn't complaining," she said with a grin.
"No it didn't look like you were," I said somewhat embarrassed, trying not to look at her face.
"Well, that should do it. Let me go try to give you a pull and see what happens." I said as I got ready to wade back to my boat.
"Come on girls. We don't need any more weight in the boat than there already is!" The lady called to her charges as she turned to follow me.
