One of those places you hear people talk about. But you never find out where it is. Maps are made with “x” marks the spot. Ivey has a spot like this. Sunday I found the spot. I always figured it was there, but as I looked at the rough terrain I didn’t think it was worth the effort. Wrong! I thought I would need a collapsible pole to make it through. Wrong! St. Croix in one hand and leatherman tool in the other. All the tackle that fits in pockets or attached to my hat and off I went.

Had to cut my way through the brambles, barbwire type vines, some branches, and chase some snakes of rocks that were sunning on the only way to where I was trying to get to.
It is just 100 yards from my house, but took 30 minutes to get there. I am sure no one has been on these rocks for years.

Four hours. 50 fish. Five fish cut 20lb power pro on sharp rocks. Two large smallmouth were dropped trying to get a picture. Phone survived.

The bluegill x’d out not part of the bounty. Last bass at the bottom was from a climb down the creek further.

White swimbait, black spinner, chartreuse spinner, were popular. Only a small selection and one pole. Hike was too rough to bring the whole store. Had a whopper popper ripped off my hat somewhere. Maybe I’ll find it someday. For now I’m off to BP to replace some inventory.

One for the books. Looking forward to going again soon.

One of those places you hear people talk about. But you never find out where it is. Maps are made with “x” marks the spot. Ivey has a spot like this. Sunday I found the spot. I always figured it was there, but as I looked at the rough terrain I didn’t think it was worth the effort. Wrong! I thought I would need a collapsible pole to make it through. Wrong! St. Croix in one hand and leatherman tool in the other. All the tackle that fits in pockets or attached to my hat and off I went.

Had to cut my way through the brambles, barbwire type vines, some branches, and chase some snakes of rocks that were sunning on the only way to where I was trying to get to.
It is just 100 yards from my house, but took 30 minutes to get there. I am sure no one has been on these rocks for years.

Four hours. 50 fish. Five fish cut 20lb power pro on sharp rocks. Two large smallmouth were dropped trying to get a picture. Phone survived.

The bluegill x’d out not part of the bounty. Last bass at the bottom was from a climb down the creek further.

White swimbait, black spinner, chartreuse spinner, were popular. Only a small selection and one pole. Hike was too rough to bring the whole store. Had a whopper popper ripped off my hat somewhere. Maybe I’ll find it someday. For now I’m off to BP to replace some inventory.

One for the books. Looking forward to going again soon.

One of those places you hear people talk about. But you never find out where it is. Maps are made with “x” marks the spot. Ivey has a spot like this. Sunday I found the spot. I always figured it was there, but as I looked at the rough terrain I didn’t think it was worth the effort. Wrong! I thought I would need a collapsible pole to make it through. Wrong! St. Croix in one hand and leatherman tool in the other. All the tackle that fits in pockets or attached to my hat and off I went.

Had to cut my way through the brambles, barbwire type vines, some branches, and chase some snakes of rocks that were sunning on the only way to where I was trying to get to.
It is just 100 yards from my house, but took 30 minutes to get there. I am sure no one has been on these rocks for years.

Four hours. 50 fish. Five fish cut 20lb power pro on sharp rocks. Two large smallmouth were dropped trying to get a picture. Phone survived.

The bluegill x’d out not part of the bounty. Last bass at the bottom was from a climb down the creek further.

White swimbait, black spinner, chartreuse spinner, were popular. Only a small selection and one pole. Hike was too rough to bring the whole store. Had a whopper popper ripped off my hat somewhere. Maybe I’ll find it someday. For now I’m off to BP to replace some inventory.

One for the books. Looking forward to going again soon.

Real close and wild. About as wild as Missouri gets. Need enough water flowing to bring the fish upstream. But not too much water. In the spring and fall there is five feet of water going over the dam at time. Pontoons, canoes and john boats. I keep asking people if they know what a rope is.
Sunday was perfect. Just the right amount of water. Just a few snakes. I’m not suffering from chiggers or tics.

There is my pontoon. Can’t see the house. Camouflaged color and trees coming through the deck. Pinch myself everyday.

One of those places you hear people talk about. But you never find out where it is. Maps are made with “x” marks the spot. Ivey has a spot like this. Sunday I found the spot. I always figured it was there, but as I looked at the rough terrain I didn’t think it was worth the effort. Wrong! I thought I would need a collapsible pole to make it through. Wrong! St. Croix in one hand and leatherman tool in the other. All the tackle that fits in pockets or attached to my hat and off I went.

Had to cut my way through the brambles, barbwire type vines, some branches, and chase some snakes of rocks that were sunning on the only way to where I was trying to get to.
It is just 100 yards from my house, but took 30 minutes to get there. I am sure no one has been on these rocks for years.

Four hours. 50 fish. Five fish cut 20lb power pro on sharp rocks. Two large smallmouth were dropped trying to get a picture. Phone survived.

The bluegill x’d out not part of the bounty. Last bass at the bottom was from a climb down the creek further.

White swimbait, black spinner, chartreuse spinner, were popular. Only a small selection and one pole. Hike was too rough to bring the whole store. Had a whopper popper ripped off my hat somewhere. Maybe I’ll find it someday. For now I’m off to BP to replace some inventory.

One for the books. Looking forward to going again soon.