D-Nort
Actually by the time I left the baaah on Saturday Night it kinda went like this…
We were running down to pool 9 to go to our “motherload” but there was a barge in the lock. I said urine on it and my co-angler saw the glimmer in my eyes and he knew it…I jumped the boat over the rollers and stuck the landing. As we raced down river I hit a 6 Foot aligator gar in the channel causing my prop to loose its bite and send us into a power-turn at full throttle. We clipped a rockpile and flipped it end over end five times leaving it to rest 35 feet up in trees on the island. And thats where you found us. Nothing broken but our spirits, ohh well. But yeah it went somthing like that.
JHall.