Steve took this photo as we entered Ghost Bay the last weekend in September, early, just after sunrise.  The mist had mostly cleared from the water. The sunshine was spilling through the trees, painting this splash of gold on the water. I didn’t want to disturb the scene by paddling through it. Can you imagine what it must be like to be a nice big bass sliding through the dark cold water and come upon this?  I wonder if they stop dead in their tracks (or whatever would be the fish equivalent of tracks).