Mother Nature musta known it was my anniversary, caught more than my limit of one, doh! And it's been the 35 best years of my life. So wifey sent me fishing. Go figure. I'm thinking she just wanted some peace and quiet for a bit as she just got home from watching and helping with our daughters newborn for the last two weeks up in Illinois.
This was caught on a torn up Pico jig, one I've thought of replacing that keeps catching. It's shredded, but smothered in
Slabsauce it just keeps on catching.
Caught on Mr. Crappie Slab Daddy.
Nice fish too, especially for Lake Griffin at this time of the year. Caught five crappie.
Caught on Pico Bunny Butt.
Now OK, women and children look away. No-one want to see feet! But in any case, here's the story behind it, That 12 inch fish above stuck me three times. Once in the finger and two spines in the toe. All three right at the nail. Hurt like heck. Dang, I shoulda ate that fish, but nonetheless he swims on.
Even caught a gar. These have drawn my blood too while slashing around on the deck of the boat.