Wednesday I was on my way to meet Hal at Enid. It was just after daylight as I was driving up Highway 51 when I looked to the West and there was a pasture full of cows. Every one of them was laying down, a terrible omen for our day of fishing. Mickey fished with his grandfather and if the cows on the levee were laying down and not up eating he would say that the fish were not biting. Cows not eating = fish not biting. It’s a pretty good indicator. I arrived at the landing at the appointed time of 7:30 and we set out. The fish were not biting to start the day off but we got a few to bite, one here one there. We found Hal’s favorite spot with the depth finder’s GPS . It was not showing but when he said “we’re close”, I looked over and there it was just under the water, but nobody home. As we fished around the spot we caught a small one completely in the open on a DT-6. And so went the day one fish in a spot on a variety of baits. The largest were 2 eyeballed 3 pounders. Hal caught most of his on a slobber knocker bladed jig and mine were on a DT-6 and a redeye shad. It was a fun day of fishing. The wind was pretty stiff which made Hal have to work . We caught 14 bass and a few stripes.