“They are biting that wacky worm”
Jacob Powroznik is on a tear, finding a quick limit of fish that has at least two fish around three and a half pounds. He’s found a them on beds, two while flippin and a few by just casting and slowly reeling along the shore. He’s in a good mood.
“Three more like that one and let’s see where it puts us, son.”
“Ain’t no sense in running. There’s fish right here.”
