Last night while out fishing, I overheard some bowfishers saying how the spillways gates would close this morning, and how they were going to show up and shoot a bunch. I didn’t like this, so I recruited a bunch of friends to meet me there in the morning before the bowfishers showed up and take up all the space. It worked. I guess the river realized I was trying to protect it as I was able to land my personal best bigmouth buff on a white curlytail. This was one of 5 I landed today. From where we were standing (on top of the wall you see) we could see hundreds of large fish swimming about. Thankfully the bowfishers were forced elsewhere because of our presence.
I broke one of my good rods though, rest in pieces.