I was fishing a creek that ran into the old Lake Terrel at Elmo. Had a stick steering boat of some kind. The weather got rough but the fish were biting. When I headed back it was rough. One wave hit and went over me and hit my Brother in the back seat. We made it in but that was unforgettable.

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 Grandpa