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I read another story, there is a movement to remove the dam and return the Crane Creek to its original stream bed. I will look for the article.

Of course, you tossed the bacon since it had a fishy taste! What was the bait used? Cranks or jigs?

So, did they taste good??? I plan on looking at Enid, Grenada, and Sardis on the way to Mobile next month if that happens. I have had friends that have caught 3lb plus crappie down there. I have never been a crappie guy, but my boat is a Crappie Pro, so it may catch some. Bass has been pretty slow out of it this season. I have been trying to extend my catching season some.

Not Peta friendly, but I saw this happen a few years ago... Couple of months later, I think the same squirrel missed a limb above us and did a belly flop on the ground in front of us. Hit with a solid thud, then did that goofy my nuts hurt walk of shame on the way out.

Attaboy. If you live long enough, you will grow deaf to that kind of noise anyway.

The Dollies are the most under appreciated game fish. We had a blast on them in Quartz Creek on a self guided trip in Alaska. They will wear your arm out quick on a fly rod and you can walk into some pretty country quickly off a road in a rental car. And they are so beautiful, tasty too.

Still need to do a Canada trip. Going to dip my tip in some saltwater next month if hurricanes stay away. Going to have to see Yellowstone and fish there. New Zealand has always looked interesting. Alaska will happen again... Fishing all of the major systems of TN and the TN River is gettting worked out. Added 3 new ones this year. Scouted a few more. Life is short, Fish More.

You will be the back end of that one. Old wore out Merc 4 stroke.........

Something is ailing him.

Nobody likes looking at a healthy corpse in a casket. NFS lakes that are trolling motor only will nail you with a ticket if you turn the gas motor on. Pollution is the reason they don't want gas engines on them. State Park areas that are trolling motor only usually will let you load a boat with the engine, talk to the park ranger to find out. MDC ?? Have not ever fished one. Illinois has a 10 HP limit on many lakes. If you run a motor with a larger horsepower, they will ticket. Technically supposed to have gas line disconnected from motors over 10 HP in those lakes.

I bet they flew Monday. First big cold front just rolled thru.

I did not even get out. Not enough cold up north to drive any thru. Good Job.

Not in this case. No Vet could have fixed that one. I have put down pets before, but horses are something else. They live a long time and seem to understand a person. He gave that last little lunge out of the pond to make things easier for us it seemed.

Saturday started off normal. Spent some time with the Grandkid and off to the farm for chores. Luckily, he stayed behind with Grandma. Stopped on the way and picked up lunch for Dad and I and fought the hurricane winds along the way, rocking the truck from side to side. Rolled into the farm and Dad was on the tractor. Doc was down and he needed me to open the gate. ??? Tide had turned for the worse in a few seconds. Down thru the barnyard and thru the gates into the horse yard. Sure enough, the horse that Dad had been so proud of, Sired many a colt, and had been King of the barnyard was wallowing in a watering pond, barely holding his head above water. I saw, and knew what was coming. He had been in there a while, lungs filled with water and he was wore out. Too far out to reach. I sent Dad for a halter and some rope as I assessed the situation. I knew how it was going to end, but I tried. So did Doc. I retreated for water boots and something else. I got back down to the pond and Doc had done his best. His last lunge brought his head back to the bank. I worked his halter on, all I could do to lift his large head to get it under it. He was slipping, strenght was gone. We hooked him up to the tractor and drug him out. His back leg was broke and twisted under, and looking at it, probably had been there all night. I sent Dad off. After he was out of sight, I did what had to been done. I stayed with him until his last breath. We called an excavator and dug a hole, buried him there in the horse pasture. Doc was born about the same time as my daughter. Dad raised him from a Colt and he became a fine horse. I have rode Doc too, as did my daughter. He was a part of the family.

Vent system was faulty?

Ran across this tonite looking for my white elephant, a stick steer 16' boat with a 25 jet. Ranger Bass Boat with an inboard engine. Rare piece of equipment. Ranger 397 with Inboard

And I thought Evin has to be Rude to gain any respect around here.

Fly-fishers are better and deserve better water......

So, if I add a rubber worm to a "fly", is it a trailer or just another part of the fly. Or is it a soft plastic bait?

Plant some dill around the mater's, it seems to help with the hornworms.

Filled a little of that bucket this week. Spent a few days at Cordell Hull with a good friend. It has to be one of the most peaceful and pretty lakes in TN so far. Corp of Engineer Lake with a lock and generation. Tailwater forms the upper end of Hickory Lake that runs into Nashville on the Cumberland River. Upper end of the lake is fed by the cold water from Dale Hollow. No docks or houses on the lake for the most part. We camped at the Defeated Creek Camp which sits on a point on the lower lake with water all around. Cool breezes off the water made the hot summer nights pleasant. Nicest Corp campground I had been to also. Clean bathhouses, open sites with shade. Not crowded and packed like sardines. The local town of Carthage was just a normal town. Most of the area around it seemed to be just simple folks. No crowds of tourists or big empty houses that were only filled by lake visitors on a mission a few weekends a year. Sunday evening started out below the dam, generation was pretty stout. We stabbed at it for an hour with no luck, we pulled out and made camp. Monday morning arrived. We fished around for a while hitting the usual looking spots for bass in the shallows, but no luck. We finally picked up our first fish around 9 off a point and that was the pattern for the morning. Several bass and a few green sunfish. Not much size, but kept it interesting. The sun was high at noon and we decided to put on cranks and troll the channel near the camp. We had marked several fish going over them and gave it a shot. We caught several white bass and a couple of sauger on Flicker Shads and Flicker Minnows at 15'. That afternoon, we launched out of Carthage and run up the Caney Fork looking for river smallies. We had fished it below Center Hill 4 years ago for trout. The Cordell Hull was generating heavy and had it backed up pretty good. But we found the shallows, run the Panfish 17 aground in 3" of water. Fiddled around with that for a while and got it worked off finally back to floating water. My buddy thought we had performed well until I pointed out that the water had came up 6". We did catch a few bass. Back to the camp and fished till dark in the lake. Several decent fish. Tuesday morning, trailered the boat up a few miles and fished out of another ramp. The only other person at the ramp was in a row boat, for exercise. We had the lake to ourself. The point pattern did not produce. The trolling did and a mess on white bass for the ride home and a few more undersize sauger. Its a Killer Lake, we found the Bass Funeral Home. They must give them a proper burial.

Could not find horsepower regs on it. Current River and 11Pt have restrictions.

Fish too lazy to swim off, get stabbed several times.

The summer of 2015, things were going good. Kids are out of the house, everything paid for, and time to spend enjoying life. Around the campfire, I professed a plan. I was going out and start doing other places. New places. I have not dipped my toes in salt water, just waders in Alaska. There are many lakes I want to try. I want to see big ships, naval ships. You guys know what happened and things got stalled. Cancer whacked me twice and the wife had a mild stroke. Both of us are back up to speed again. I have hit Normandy Lake and Tims Ford this year, one of the things we talked about that summer. Tomorrow I embark on a journey to Cordell Hull for a couple of days, something we talked about while camped below Center Hill Lake that summer. Next month, the trip I had planned that Thanksgiving week along the MO/Ark Line will hopefully take place. And then I will see the ocean and the big boats with the wife. DR visits are every 6 months now and don't eat up all of my vacation and spending money. Life has returned. Ducks are on the horizon again, may go looking for teal with my new 20 ga if a cold front hits in the next few weeks.

Fight like a big ole carp on a fly rod.