I learned it the hard way in May 97, fishing the banks at 10 pm. Saw the tornadoes, and the wife said we ought go in. I told here I wanted one more hour. In about 30 minutes, I couldn't see the bank anymore. So we started to idle out headed for what I thought was a run to Allegator 2 from the first turn in Wolfe. We spent the next 3 hours turning circles in the fog and finding banks between what is now Cave Springs, and the mouth of Wolfe. By accident, we found the dock at Pleasant Hill, at about 1:30 in the morning, and ended up tying up there, in the fog and 50 degree temperatures till about 7 am in the morning. The wife spent all night huddled up in a sleeping bag with a tarp tied around her to try to stay warm and dry. Man it took me years to live that down.
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