I had plans to hit the Wabash Saturday, but my normal partner called off on me yet again. :confused2: This has happened about 2 weeks in a row, and I decided that I was goin regardless. I got to the Fairbanks Park ramp thinkin fishin alone sux. I decided to give Jason Hamblin aka catfishhateme a call to see if he wanted to go, knowing he was limited to bank fishing. I have never fished with Jason, only met him once on the river, but talked with him a few times on the boards. He got there by the time I had the rig in the water, pretty good at a minutes notice. We headed up river to the train tressel hole. A very large hole about 40' deep, nearly full river wide and about a hundred yards long. Waters on either end of the hole range from 4' to 15', so its a pretty significant hold for fish. The wind and current were not in our favor, current was basically non existant and the wind was rippin up river, the water level was down about 2 feet from normal. We fished a few areas in the hole from about 4:00 pm to 9:00 pm with only one hit and boated fish. Jason boated the 10 lb 10 oz blue about a half hour after we anchored in. That blue was makin slime by the bucket loads, my net was litterally coated, more than I have ever seen before. I dont quite know why, I figure maybe it's stress related due to lack of current and rain fresh oxygenated water. Although the bite was off, we did get to see some entertainment. A couple was fishing nearby, the female fisherwoman was wearing the latest in string bikini fashion and paraded all over the dudes 16' Tracker. :big_smile: Then we saw some guy motor up river with so much camping gear on the bow that he couldnt see the water in front of him. He grounded it pretty hard on some submerged rocks and smacked his lower unit a good one. He tilted his outboard up out of the water while it was running to check his prop, for about a minute and a half. :crazy: We later seen him heading back down river after dropping off his crew at their camping spot, the outboard was makin steam and he seemed oblivious to what he had done. oooh: A little later we saw another boat come up the same side of the river, heading toward the same area that the guy grounded up. I looked at Jason saying "This guy surely aint gonna do what I think he's gonna do, is he?" Surely enough, thump, scrape, screech. Another one bites the dust! :smile2: Amatures with more money than sense. From where we were anchored we could clearly see there was something there even though it was submerged. To top off the day, curiosity got the better of the dude in the Tracker with the bikini chick, seeing "catfish1.com" down the side of my boat, so he pulls up to ask us about the mighty BOC. We visited with them for several minutes filling them in on what goes on here. It was worth every minute of it. :roll_eyes: Hey Paul! See what we have to endure for the betterment of the brotherhood! :wink: Jason, it was good to have you aboard. Maybe next time the bite will be on and the entertainment level will be as good as it was Saturday. We will definately do it again.