Old Hickory Cat.... I mean Key Fishing
Launched at Flippers yesterday early afternoon, dropped my truck keys in the water about 5 feet deep. Took a swim searching for them wearing some pink Barbie goggles that barely fit over my eye-balls. Gave up, called my wife who brought me a spare (about 35 minutes 1 way) with our 4 year old and 2 year old in the car missing their naps.
Netted some shad around the steam-plant barrier and used cut shad and shad gut over at the skimmer wall to catch some cats and a big ole drum.
Still can't believe I lost my keys. Worst part is the key ring has my Dad's dog tag from when he was in the air-force on it. He gave that to me when I was 12 years old. I know exactly where they are too but there is ZERO visibility and it's very muddy and silty. If anybody reels in a keychain with the last name "Krawitz" on a dog-tag, please shoot me a PM. I'll buy your dinner!
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