Saturday morning Mickey and I drove up to join Frank and brother Tommy for an assault on the Private Hole for the purpose of supplying the main attraction for a fish fry. There was a good omen on the way to the hole, in the form of a mature, white head, white tail, bald eagle sitting in a tree near some water right off the levee.  When Mickey and I were rigging up, we heard Frank say “That’s one” as he brought a bass into the boat.  That lit the fire in our boat as DT-6s got snapped on and were thrown toward the bank. We had caught a few when the FOD hit, a 5-2. Mickey had his camera on and ready when he saw me throw the fish back and make another cast. The fever was high at that point.  Unfortunately, no picture for the Bitespot.  Soon the DT-6 bite tailed off so we picked up the worms and continued to catch fish, keeping only those under 13 inches. When we had 10 that we were able to keep, we trolled over to the Smith boat to see how many they had on ice.  They had caught about 20 and it was determined the required amount for the fish fry had been attained, so they went to clean fish, as was the deal, and Mickey and I kept fishing, now releasing all. On the way to the landing Tommy caught one that almost made 5 pounds.  The Smiths saw a large 100 pound+ snapping turtle that had a death grip on about a 20 pound catfish. It was going to have a fish fry too. The bite tailed off in the middle of the day but we were undeterred and made repeated rounds to our spots. The day was marked with several mishaps, me forgetting the battery, throwing over limbs, hangups, or tangled lines. We ended the day with 69 bass and about 7 grinners. I say “about” 7 because those do not get marked into the book. A grinner is like John Paul Jones as he does not begin to fight until he gets in the boat where he tears up all your “stuff”.  We did not let any into the boat but removed the hook after they had been sedated with a short length of hoe handle.  Besides the FOD there was a 4-6 and some over 3.   Because the water had gone down since the last trip, when we quit, we had to move the rack that the boat sits on. The only way to position it, due to bank slope and tree position, was to have it at an angle up the bank. When we were removing our equipment, the ice chest shifted and the boat turned up on its side and unceremoniously dumped Mickey out into the water. It happened almost in slow motion and he was laughing before he hit the water.  As we rode back on the levee the eagle was still hanging around to make sure we got back.  Despite the few mishaps of the day, it was great fun.