First spot, miss the first 2 fish punching. The punch bite is on and it's not too long before I have about a 13# limit. Cool off to the next spot. A new one at that. The crank bite is on. 5 more 2's in the current. Spot number 3 very dirty, didn't try. Pull up to spot 4, egrets are everywhere, put the trolling motor down and step on the pedal..........clunk clunk clunk, what the heck! So the screw holding the active target fell off and the transducer is dangling and hitting the propeller. Luckily for me I'm not in the weeds. So undo the tape and plop the ducer on the deck. Next cast was a 3, 2 casts later another 3, then a third three. This is like in 10 minutes. I'm on cloud 9. After 2 so time to put it on the trailer. At the ramp, meet a new guy. We chat for over an hour. Names JR. (this was weird as the night before I watched a documentary on the life of Johnny Cash and whose family called him JR). Anyway we exchange secrets 
. Head for the barn. Thump thump thump, the Roush is getting worse. No worries almost home, when now it sounds like the tires falling off. Back into the driveway get out and discover its not the mud after all..............its the whole darn fender. 
Yep, the whole fender extension is dangling by 1 screw. 
(If I still drank this is where I'd insert a bottle of chivas regal 
) So out come the tools and off comes the extension. Things were going too good for a time. Glad things are getting back top normal again. Can't wait for what happens next. Guess we'll see what happens next weekend, as Forrest went to see his family in Nevada. (Pre Fish? I don't need no stinkin pre fish?)
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