It's been the mid 80's since I have been on Poinsett. I told myself several times that I was going to make the drive over one day just simply for the nostalgia of being there again and the memories I had with my grandpa. Although he never thought we were going to catch anything he sure didn't hesitate to let me go with him and we usually brought home a few for supper anyway. In general he wasn't the most patient man, but when he got on the water it was a different story. My dad really didn't fish, so I am grateful for my grandpa instilling that love of wetting a hook in me. Guess this is my wake up call that I better make the trip soon. Hopefully in a few years it will be a great fishery once again for those in that area.