Well, turkeybasst and I went to "THE" lake last night around 6:30 and fished until midnight. The gorgeous lake produced about 20 Crappie and 3 15" Eye's (which we put back) and THEN, AND THEN, AND THEN, around 9:00 p.m. all hell broke loose. Just to let you know Rick, you were right on the money. About the place you told me to go that is. I was using a 7" LIGHT action rod with my Okuma light action reel with 4 lb test, a roadrunner with my favorite Hellgrimite plastic. Wayne was using a nice Gander Mtn. Med. Light rod and a reel to match. Also with 4 lb line. We cast to shore in 2 1/2 ft of water and SLAAAAM!!!!!!! SLAAAAM! 2 Eye's that were AT LEAST 24" each. Came right out of the freakin water and SLAAAAMED these poor little unsuspecting crappie fisherman. Well, needless to say after a nice fight of each of these fish (with a double hook up I remind you) they both cut the line with their teeth or gill plates. We lost both fish. (heh heh heh) Needless to say fellas, we quickly and quietly put away the small stuff and grabbed for the heavier rods. My custom made rod with 8 lb test and Waynes favorite rod and we got serious about the "Eye's". Amazing what happens in 2 feet of water when 24-28 inches of wild fish explodes in front of you 15' away on the retrieve. Fish were slamming white only. No Chartruese or a few other colors. Only White with 1/4 oz jigs and 3 & 4 inch curlytails. Unreal action at night there Rick. Also, dead quiet. Not a sound except for all the freakin fish jumping all around you and especially when they jump so close to the boat that they splash you. Kinda like thumbing their noses at you. Well, we had a blast, UNTIL THE FRIGGIN SNAKE TRIED TO GET UP ON THE DARN BOAT. You would've died laughing at 2 grown men at night out there jumping around the freekin boat trying to find where the heck it went. Wayne would try to flip it over the side with his rod and it flipped towards me, then I would try to get this 90 mph slithering thing off the boat and flipped it towards Wayne. This went on back n forth for a little bit before we actually made it leave on it's own. THEEEEEEENN guess what happened? I got hung up in a bush. We're in 2 ft of water, so Wayne says, "Don't worry I'll slide over and get it for you. I said don't worry it's only a R/R jig. I will re-tie another one on. B-4 I could finish, over the side he goes and wades over to the lure. He gets it off and walks back to me (10' to the boat) climbs up on the boat and goes up to the bow. Needless to say as Wayne steps onto the bracket, his foot slips off and, SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!! Into 2' of water he goes. I look up and he is half hanging on the the motor and half in the water. Very funny BUT the inside of his thight was banged and scrapped pretty bad and black n blue from the corner of the bracket as he slid by on the way down to the water. Well, the friggin snake is back and up by the bracket of the trolling motor. Which was stuck in the mud. Well, I thought he was going to crap in his pants. He grabs the snakes tail and goes to pull the friggin thing, thinking it was the rope to unlock the trolling motor and started screaming like a little girl "banshee". Then he slings the damn thing up in the air and I started to use up all the friggin room on my little 19' Ranger. We were running out of room. (The boat gets REAL SMALL WITH TWO FAT BOYS AND A MAD SNAKE ON IT) real quick. Well, the snake goes over the side, I pop the trolling motor up and we get the heck out of there fast before the snake brings back his friends. Oh well, something always has to happen. I think that your episodes are rubbing off on us Rick. Especially on that lake. No pictures fellas, sorry. Lost the 2 bigs ones and the Crappie were all small anyway. But I'll tell you all this, that is the prettiest and quietest lake I have been on yet. Thank you again, Hoover.