Stick Marsh & Farm 13

Today's foray was again on the south end of Farm13. I left the ramp this AM a bit late and fishing alone. My client fell yesterday and was sore so cancelled his trip for today. I had no sooner started fishing when my phone rang and I heard this plaintive cry, "George, where are you?" It was Don, "the World's Worst Fisherman" looking to scare my fish. However, in a moment of pity I allowed him to come aboard and off we went looking for our friendly bass. Things were tough, what with having Don on board, but we managed to eke out a few bass. Again the Senko did the trick and turned a few. Below are some pictures for your perusal. I can't say we aren't having fun out there. It's a shame that I can't get more of you out there.