Lake Poinsette: I figure I go mess around for a little while and make it home early afternoon and watch some football. After catching only two tiny bass, breaking my transducer on my trolling motor, I decide I've had enough. Go to my truck start it, and it sounds like it has no exhaust. That's because someone cut off my catyletic converter. After a loud ride home, I anticipate an empty beer fridge in my immediate future.