Crane Prairie dead, one drive by bump, didn't see a fish landed among the scattered flotilla
just pulled the skiff out at Quinn River, good old boy strolls up with spinning rod, glob of powerbait dangling under a red/white bobber...not 30 seconds goes by and I hear a big yell, turn around from securing the boat, that spin rod bent deep and throbbing, huge swirl right in front of the boat ramp area
10 mins later, whoopin and yellin, good old boy slides a huge Cranebow up onto the bank, likely pushing double digits
on the drive home, was thinking about the ethics of spray scent on flies..
just pulled the skiff out at Quinn River, good old boy strolls up with spinning rod, glob of powerbait dangling under a red/white bobber...not 30 seconds goes by and I hear a big yell, turn around from securing the boat, that spin rod bent deep and throbbing, huge swirl right in front of the boat ramp area
10 mins later, whoopin and yellin, good old boy slides a huge Cranebow up onto the bank, likely pushing double digits
on the drive home, was thinking about the ethics of spray scent on flies..