The day started off with reasonable expectations when your first fish pulled like the next world record LMB. But then you see it and your heart just sinks ..... a 8 pound bowfin. (AKA - mudfish, mud pike, dogfish, grindle, blackfish, cottonfish, swamp bass, cypress trout, and of course before you see it - ah Sh_t, get the net).
On the next cast with a Gambler Sweebo Worm, White, wacky and nailed to help it sink slowly, the fish on the photo stretched my line. Well my first thought was iy is just another muddier :cussin: but then she decided to show her head and the adrenaline flowed. She went into the livewell and I continued to search for some others to keep her company.
I walked the dog with a Sammy and I noticed small bass following it back to the boat. Again I thought I was onto fish but then a baby gator decided to invade my area and chased my Sammy around like it had not eaten in months.
I know fish were there but the gator made it difficult to fish and I decided to move. Well that is the end of my day on the river - 1 fish 5lbs 91/2 oz for big fish pot and 4th place.
Conditions worsen as the day progresses and the wind had to be blowing 20mph. At any rate I learned from my time on the water and as always had a great time.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your money, when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin', when the dealin's done