Well, here's the report on my trip with wrangler. As a prequel, My ancient brain allowed me to lock my keys on my truck, right after arrival. No problem, I used Wrangler's hanger to salvage the keys.
First, about his "clean" boat that he just washed: I stepped in some mud just before getting into the boat, so we didn't get to fish in a clean boat. Second, we hit several brush piles before getting into the crappie. We caught quite a few, and also missed, lost, or broke off at least as many as we caught. Third, we (make that wrangler, with my geezer body giving moral support) located a nice cedar tree stump, hauled it out, and sank it in an appropriate spot. Fourth, moved about 5-6 miles, where a crappie shooter yielded two nice blacks. Fifth, cruised around after the wind shifted, but didn't find any more hungry fish. Sixth, returned to base, where wrangler showed his generosity by donating the fish we caught, some venison, and some wild pig to my cooler. Seventh, headed back home, thankful for a friend like wrangler, and looking forward to my next trip south. ps, I thought he did a great job as a guide, considering the very COLD front that came in yesterday.