Now sure how I forgot but I left out one of the funniest things last night. The very first cove we went into we got high centered on a submurged stob. I was in front driving Snuffy in the back. He was trying to grab a branch on a down tree, just as I gave a big Heave-ho with my push pole. I turned around just in time to see him flying out into the lake. Trust me he had a death grip on his bow. Fortuantly we were in 2 feet of water. So now he had to spend the rest of the night wet. Glad it was warm, other wise would have been a short night had it been in March.
Last edited by Johnny b; 07-04-2011 at 08:56 AM.