So a friend of mine hit the same river last night that I hit on Sunday afternoon and came up with a nice 17-er. See, when you don’t have your six year old throwing your landing net into the pool, it really pays off in the “fish landed” category. But to me, I feel better having my little guy with me, even it means fewer fish to the hand.
Also notice the big bite mark/war-wound/scar on the side of this little bronzy, thats probably from one of the hammer handle pike that also occupy said river. It isn’t blue ribbon by any stretch of the imagination but there are some decent fish in there.