My buddies Bob, Paul, and myself hit the river Wednesday for a few hours after work. The three of us go together in Bob's 22 fott Tritanic. Well, we killed them. Bob got the biggest with one that went 5 even. I couldn't even keep track of how many I caught that were 3 lbs or slightly better. If we were fishing a normal team tournament for eight fish I would say that Bob and I would easily have broken 25 lbs.

Here is the funny thing. Bob got all his fish on a jig. I was throwing a 6 inch senko that I had still had tied on from Sunday when I fished at a T on Stumpfield. (The senko didn't work at Stumpy, the only big fish I caught, around 4 lbs, I got on a jig.) Anyway, I was wacking them on the big senko. I had about half a dozen good ones before it was finally too tore up to use any more. The only problem was I keep all my big senkos in my boat. So I switched to a five inch and the bite stopped dead. For about an hour I got nothing. Then all of a sudden it turned on again. I got a bunch more with a few over three. A strange but fruitful night.