In the middle of the morning I went to pull the plug and let the rainwater out of my boat at the Garhole.  I just had to make a few casts off of the bank.  Caught a tighteye on the first cast.  That’s usually the kiss of death on a fishing trip.  I left the Garhole proper and went to a small part that has been cut off by the falling water. There I caught another 14 bass and a chain pickerel.  My thumb came too close to one of the pickerels sharp teeth and was punctured. It bled freely and I had to retreat to the first aid kit in the truck and the Nuskin. The double hole was next and it had come up a couple of feet since the last time I was there. The river is high but was not running in. It must have been coming in through the bottom of the blewhole. Caught only one more there. The total was 16 but they were all small. The water was running in another hole where I saw 5 river otters. Three were at close range. They are neat animals that always seem to be having fun.