I was busy feeding the younger generation minnows.
6 lines in the water, some moving around too, but the 3 decent fish came from the same hole, my brother's hole.
Pretty cool colours on this one.
Lastly came his pb. Take note of the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face. It's almost euphoric, yet evil and sinister. It's hard to tell if he wants to eat it's eye balls or penetrate it in privacy behind some Hemlocks.
My Dad was driving. We marked that magic hole as the third island, standing behind the tree, line up just a tad to the right of the bay, 21 paces out and 6 beers to the left.
All fish released. Let'm go, let'm grow.