My son wanted to coach a little peewee football camp so off we went to the deer camp. Fishing was slow caught 8 or nine kept these three two were over 5 pounds and the one smaller was two pds kept expecially for my dad that just loves to grill whole catfish. The best part of the day was went i thought I had hooked the big one. My pole (ugly stick) nearly broke. I have a bruise on my tummy where I sank the end of the pole in to hold on. I had managed to catch one of the crap the deer camp Guy told us about. OMGoodness I ended up having to walk backwards up the bank at the end because my reel striped. DH pulled it up and it was too big for the net! He grabbed the sting and managed to pop him up out of the water to get a good look and the line broke. Which we were going let it go of course. They help the pond. He the way i understood it is if it had a ring in its nose YES it did it was over fourty pd! That was too fun. Goodness I needed that weekend. Thew wind was blowing the sky was blue and the deer came up in the clearing so we could watch them eat right before dark. Now, in my book that was better than Prozac!