Fed the fish in the neighborhood pond yesterday around 5pm. Bass and bluegill were waiting patiently while I soaked the feed. The feed pretty strong at first, along with some catfish, and then as usual, lost urgency.
I couldn't stay and watch the rest of the feed get eaten due to prepping for trick or treaters.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
