I was actually out here a week ago with Frank and Glenn... we got to the shore of the lake at eight a.m.; it was two degrees Celcius, with a brisk easterly gale blowing, and impressive whitecaps churning on the dark water. We quickly concluded that Sylvan was not nearly sylvan enough, and I headed home with the boat while the boys went west to Stauffer. A week later and it's nicer weather... I get out by myself, and spot eight or ten decent pike, but can't convince any of 'em to eat. Lotsa whitefish around as well.