It was a warm drizzly Sunday afternoon in late March of 94. I'd only been out of the AF a few months. I remember the lake was high and muddy, but Dad and I decided to get a few hours in anyway. We found a cove in the White River that had enough run off coming in that it was still fairly clear. Was fishing a red shad worm, and started to pick up a few fish and we started into the cove. I flipped up beside a big rock I could see in the water and saw a good size fish flash on it. I keep pitching it in and seeing the fish flash. After about 6-8 flips she finally nailed it. 9 pounds, 9 ounces of Table Rock Largemouth. We ended up catching probably fifty fish out of that cove, but nothing of any real size other than that big female. Still haven't gotten a 10 pounder, even after years of fishing in Florida , Louisiana, Fork etc. Best thing about that catch was having my Dad along.