A couple of days ago I dumped 50 pounds of older deer protein pellets into the bottom of a small water hole. It has an intermittent spring in the bottom which both gives and takes. By this time of the summer, the water table has dropped and the pond is dry but muddy on the bottom. I'm waiting for the feral hogs to find it and hope they can seal it. I'm not holding my breath.
It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.
Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.
Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP
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