I go through the “WLNOT” checklist, noting the wind (or lack thereof), preferred lane, noise-abatement path, water obstructions and proximate towers and traffic. The last visual reference point, or LVR, is a low reedy peninsula jutting out into the lake. Abeam the LVR, I select carb heat on, clear the area, confirm the water rudders are retracted and retard the throttle. A steep circling approach brings us down to about 20 feet approaching the edge of the reeds, then I pitch to landing attitude, advance the throttle to 1,800 rpm and hold it. The Cub very slowly settles over the lake at about 40 mph; I resist the urge to pitch up as my peripheral vision detects a few small ripples rising to meet the floats. When we touch down, the impact is soft enough — but the plane gives a pronounced lurch forward and both Chris and I immediately haul back on our respective sticks to avoid porpoising or, worse yet, a nose-over. Damn! Too flat, once again. This is just embarrassing. Chris seems to sense my frustration and tells me to head back to Lake Jessie. It’s time to take a break and clear my head.