Fished Coralville Sunday from 9 to about 4PM.
Fishin’ was lousy… no, really… lousy. Not just “didn’t catch many fish lousy,” either, but more like, “so that’s why I never go there lousy.”
After a full day of getting beaten about the head, neck, chest, and breasts by the cruisers, I figured the 3″ accumulation of scum on my boat was probably enough, and headed for a beer. Res sure is filthy this year.