Let's begin this story on Saturday night. I overindulged on the brown water while watching the UT game on TV. I did however hook my boat up to the truck before things got too bad.
Woke up Sunday morning with a pounding head but decided to go to the river anyway. Got to Pickwick dam and getting everything ready to back down the ramp when Sandy ask me "where are the boat keys?"
A few choice words later we decide to go back home and get the crappie poles and go to the local TWRA lake. Fished about 3 hrs and caught 6 keepers. I wasn't in the mood to get my filet knife, and everything out so got a spoon and knife and went to scaling fish. Man I can't believe I been fileting fish for so long. This was down right delishus. I will definitely do this more (minus the leaving boat keys at the house).
Woke up Sunday morning with a pounding head but decided to go to the river anyway. Got to Pickwick dam and getting everything ready to back down the ramp when Sandy ask me "where are the boat keys?"
A few choice words later we decide to go back home and get the crappie poles and go to the local TWRA lake. Fished about 3 hrs and caught 6 keepers. I wasn't in the mood to get my filet knife, and everything out so got a spoon and knife and went to scaling fish. Man I can't believe I been fileting fish for so long. This was down right delishus. I will definitely do this more (minus the leaving boat keys at the house).