The thread is up on the photos board. That bass that straightened the gold crappie hook haunted my dreams last night and set a burning sense of disgust in my belly that only catching one as big as him or bigger on my cane pole will cure. Now, with rain in the forcast conditions for optimal fishing may decline. I like the water clear for optimal visibility. I get off at 2:30 and maybe I can snag one out of there before things get bad. I love going fishing with a specific goal. It's like hunting moby dick with a cane pole.
