On Saturday, the lady who answers the phone at Dains Fish Farm when Bobby and Sharon aren’t there, surprised me with the news,”I read  your fishing report last week and you can just about run it again” I was surprised that the major cold front didn’t change the bite. She said a few more blue cats are mixed in. She didn’t know anything about the size.

“The same people are trotlining. We’ve got campers.”

“We’ve got goldfish now. They are adding those to the combination of bullheads, perch and shad.”

“A guy told me that last week he was catching his limit of crappie, but this week he isn’t having as much luck. He always uses plastic jigs, never minnows.”

“You know what they always say, ‘If he told me where, he’d have to kill me,’ but he did say it was within two miles of here. I’m assuming it was on the river. Schell is farther than that.

“I have quite a few people fishing. I still don’t have people talking about rod and reel fishing They are all trotling and limb lining. I’ve never had a time before when I could actually have said that.”