We were fishing a hump in Barkley that has so much junk on it that it was nicknamed "Grandma's Fuzz". Literally the difference between 5/16 and 3/8 tungsten determined whether you got hung up and had to go to the other side to get it or in the jungle enough to catch fish. Vaun and myself had almost 80 off this hump by noon the first morning while Mr Bone counted sheep snuggled in bed because he was either too smart or too dumb to not go out with Vaun and myself while it was pouring buckets and lightning was dancing all around. That is the type of water we were fishing, Texas rigged lizards thru what seemed like rose bushes




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