Good: Eating Fogo De Choa on Friday night with clients and family
Better: Having one of the best days of fishing in my life on Saturday
Best: Going to sleep on Sunday with the news that Osama Bin Ladin has assumed several thousand degrees Fahrenheit in perpetuity
Every once in a while we are blessed with a day of fishing, that when communicated to others makes us feel guilty at our good fortune. I am going to call it good fortune, rather than Skill because no one likes a braggart.
I spent Sun-up to Sun-Down on Saturday at Camp Cherokee, pulling the rare 200+ fish day out of some prime East Texas realestate. Me, a jon boat and some gators...
Found a few beds while stalking the shore, the big coppernose were colored up!
#6 Boogle Bug, a Mouth Full!
I spent the second half of the day in a jon boat...
God bless "Structure" ...side note, I love the Rio "Small mouth" line..
This girl literally caused the jon boat to spin 180 degrees.
Hooked up with 4 or 5 of these this size, only managed to land a couple...
Last fish of the day...
A wallet, belt, 2 boots and 4 back scratchers...