I could have had a nice stringer full of...rock bass yesterday. Some big ones, too. But it was fun feeding the rock bass to the "pet" cranes hanging around there (at least I think they're cranes of some sort). The one gulped down an 8" rock bass. I'd reel one in and the bird would land on a log nearest the boat and wait for a handout. Pretty funny.

What's the old saying about teaching a bird, er, a man to fish?

The river is a very underrated fishery around here, I think...there's always some sort of action--and an impressive variety at that.

edit: ...actually, those might be herrons hanging out there.