Keith and I went to Pickensville this morning and, met up with an old guy at the boat landing,his name was Red Lavender, and he showed us around. We ended up catching 14 bass from daylight untill two p.m. None of the people we talked to said they caught much of anything so i take that as a good sign. The whole river looks like a mudhole, and everyone said the waters way down there's not a bit of grass anywhere, they just poisoned it for some reason. They still have it set up where you have to idle almost to coal fire creek and we saw the marine police write several tickets.
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