Have fun fishin'. I grew up fishin for small mouth. My grandfather was an engineer for the army corps of engineers - had 400 acres in N. MO that he kept natural, except he built some dams to create lakes and he planted browse for deer and turkey. I grew up running wild on that place and the small mouth lake was always my fave.
But, I was going to tell you a funny story. When I lived in the SW, this pal and I decided we'd do a winter fishing trip. Decided to take some potatoes to have with our fish. So, we hike down into this canyon, set up camp, and then go fish. And pull out the whiskey bottle. And fish. And whiskey. And fish. Well, what we didn't know was that there was this big storm moving in, so none of the fish are biting, right? Anyway, we're getting sh*tfaced, so at the end of the day all we have are these potatoes. We start a fire and we're drinking and getting more drunk and we know we need to eat something and we wrap these potatoes in foil and start to put them in the coals and I say, "Hey, I bet I can throw this farther than you." Well, this buddy gives me a grin and LAUNCHES his potato out into the darkness. I tossed mine a few feet and said, "Guess you win." While he stumbled around trying to find his potato, I ate. LOL.
Hope you're doing good. Have fun for me to. Get some fish slime on you.
