After a morning of pickin pecans in greenbrier at a buddy's house my dad and I made our way back to the water of an evening of fishing. I set out whipping that bobber through the breeze and worked over a few general areas where I tend to pick them up and I ranged my depth here and there and I couldn't find a bite nowhere. I start to ponder over it for a minute an happen to look over and see a fellow c.com er pull in a slab or two ... After seeing that I reached up underneath the hull of my yak and pulled out my Nikon spotting scope and went to spying on them boys ... Haha They finally lifted their rods enough times that I got a rough estimate on their depth and kinda what they was doing . So I lost that bobber and went to monkey see monkey doing lol the best I could anyway ... After a good ten drum I finally managed three good slabs but hey I got on to something new and I was proud to have them![]()


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