Scouting...fishing

I mowed the lawn.

Then, I launched the boat.

The River.

A look around.

It was time.  Winter makes fishing long overdue.

I poled from the launch just looking throught the brown, green stained water.

The flow is way down.  Maybe two feet lower than normal.

I wanted to see what two feet more air on top of the river looked like.

What I saw was pretty sensational.

Fish.  Lots of fish.

1000's of 6-7" largemouth.  100's of 2-3 pound largemouth.

Gills, in the shallows trying to find a mate and trying not to be food.

Esox, both species.  Slashing at baby bass...or waiting to slash at baby bass.

Carp.  Everywhere.