Saw a gator up on the island. Looked like he had most of his lower jaw missing. From what I could see of it from where I was, it looked like an old injury. Wonder what he tangled with.
Got hung up and lost my lure. Tied on a black/white Snagless Sally with a brown pork frog and started working my way back down. Got into the wide, shallower stretch and BAM, redeye, at 5:45, not five minutes later, BAM, largemouth, about ten minutes after that, BAM, another largemouth by the concrete seawall. Picked up another short on the way down to the bridge. Felt sure I could round out a limit with one fish off the rocks below the bridge. Didn't happen. Should have stayed where I was instead of continuing to drift. A wise man once said, "Don't leave fish to find fish."
BIIIG cypress log in the river. The first time I saw this one it was up at Cherry Island. Then, for a while it was stretched out from the east bank of the river right where the river narrows and gets deeper as you're going up. Wednesday it was out in front of the houses at the concrete seawall. Today it's moved a little further up the river and closer to the east bank. Since trees normally don't move at all and this one's moved so much does that make it a hyper bole?
Hyper Bole? Hyperbole? Never mind. Ya' probably had to be there.
