Mickey and I thought we’d be the only nuts on the lake Saturday morning. The North wind was cold and roaring. We were wrong. Taff and a  companion were already out when we arrived at the wharf.  The 87 pound treeline was the first stop – nothing. Then to the steep bank where we caught two right off the bat, a 4-11 and a 3-13, pictured. We caught one more and then we ran into Taff with a friend. They had four nice bass in the livewell saved for photos. They had caught more but smaller fish. Before we left they caught a couple more. After that we took our whippin’ like men and went home,