Today I had Jack & Joe out in the boat–the other half of the 4 man crew(Shawn & Rory Two-Gar who fished yesterday) Neither Jack nor Joe had ever caught a toothy gar either. So we started where we ended up yesterday. On the 4th cast Joe tied into a mongo sheep about 15 lbs which provided quite a tussle. The guys then caught a sauger and a white bass, then Joe hooked into a gar about the same size as Rory Two Gar did the day before. A couple minutes after this gar was whupped, a monster gar-woofled Jack’s owbow pattern Rat-L-Trap, and the fight was on. Fish was far too big to net. jack finally got it along side the boat, Joe held me by the belt and I bear hug/wrestled it aboard: all 50.5″ of it. They hooked probably a dozen more, boating half of them and destroying two ‘Traps in the process. We only had about an hour left in the trip. the guys wanted to go to the spot where Rory and Shawn did so well the day before. They were hooked up about every five minutes on nice walleyes, short walleyes, pike, white bass, SMB…and one more gar. Then Joe let go a cast which he said was ‘caught in the wind’. Lure ended up about 10 feet up in a tree. From this point forward Joe will be forever known as “Fishes For Eagles”. There is more to fishing than catching fish. It’s also about building relationships. We got back to the boat ramp with guts sore from laughing and hands sore from catching a pile of fish. Every day on the Immortal River is its own reward. For the past few days the bounty and rewards have been greater than great. The hammock is calling my name. Belly is full of fried chicken, morels and fresh wild asparagus. think I’ll go listen to a cardinal and oriole lullaby.