That Dang stick.
Chad Wenzel and I headed to Bass Camp on the Whitman Dam on the Mississippi River to chase fish. We were not after anything specific save the rewards of trying to catch fish.
We blew a tire on the boat trailer on Highway 61 on our way to the boat launch. Chad decided to go back to the garage in Minnesota City to get a spare. I decided to stay with the boat and tackle. In the 10 minutes that Chad was gone a State Trooper stopped to make sure I was doing fine and the Game Warden stopped to check my license.
I picked up a few jig heads and crawlers at the bait shop. We fished the scour pools below the dam. I got only a few 20-inch Flatheads and one Rock Bass.
Chad got skunked.
That Dang Stick…