Ok I worked this weekend but got to fish a bit Saturday afternoon and man they were biting. Caught several and went home completely wore out and sleep good to say the least. Well DH had to go to camp (Pond available) to unload some junk before the season started so I went along hoping to see a couple of them huge cats in my cooler. Well they were so picky. We chumed the water as normal and even fished with everything i could think of nothing bit except one. I would (get this) see the cats swimming near the bank and BOY! it was making me cranky:angry: So when i left I finished the feeding for the owners and they all poped up to the freakn surface like to say, HA Ha That lady is leaving. Now I am talking ten twelve freakn pound cats.oooh: That was the pickest:tounge_out: mess of fish I have ever seem. The owner told us to go down there often for a while because no one fishes there much and crowding is a factor. :wink:These cats didn't want nothing to do with me! POUT!:sad2: Here I am sitting with three poles out dressed three ways, and two huge boys nearly swim under my feet. Oh, well I have caught my share. But i still feel they are laughing there hineys off at this silly blonde.