Creepy, Crawly, Gold

Sunday afternoon, June 21, around 3 p.m., Larry joe pulled up and said, come look. He had three cricket baskets full of ca-ta-be worms. I spell it the way it sounds. We made plans for the next morning on the Hatchie. Wow! Where the shad was is where we fished. Excuse me, where we caught fish. Every stop we made we caught at least one fish. Some places we loaded up. We ended up with 17 keepers and stopped at noon.
Is this the norm? Nope! We hit it right. We had the bait catfish wanted, and the planets must have been alined (except for use to be Pluto). What a great fishing trip----Ahhh! The buddy bearing was out of one of my boat trailer tires. Will that dark cloud ever get away from me?

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