Daylight came early and we were out of the rack, drinking coffee and on the road by 6:30. Today it was, Mike, Phil, Jim and I again. Jim went out in the toon while the 3 of us floated. Phil rowed his ass for us and never gave up the sticks, good thing as I suck on the oars. The Texas Hole was packed with boats so we just headed on down. Again, the fishing was off and on, but we had a great time and caught some fish. Mike had the hot hand early and I, well, never really got the hand at all. We stopped a few times and anchored with similar success. We were out of the boat by 3:30. We headed back to camp to regroup and to see if we could figure these darn fish out. A couple of us went and fished the main channel and Mike and Jim drove to aztec to buy some burgers since the damn racoons ate a bunch of our food the night before, thieving bastidges. Around 6 we headed back to camp and we sat around camp and yucked it up and decided to cook us some grub. Elk sausage, elk burgers were the ticket after a long day on the water. Coming soon, day three!
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