Priest Sunday
True to my word, I avoided upper end and ventured out of Smith Springs -- first time fishing below Poole Knob. Of course like a completely different lake and didn't find much top water/depth finder commotion. Threw a spook everywhere...nothing. Threw an A-rig everywhere...nothing. Threw a fluke on a scrounger everywhere nothing. Nearly flat-lined on copenhagen and boredom, I somehow sank in to this one -- the only fish, bite, nibble of the day. Out of my element, I shall return to the comforts of Fate Sanders next weekend. Godspeed.
Sorry for rogue thumb.
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