I grew up on that lake, mighty fine place imo.
My dad owned the land on each side of the spillway, and built the original baitshop.
In its heyday it was rocking and pretty much a 24/7 gig.
18 boats for rent, huge lighted dock, electric trolley up and down the hill from the dock to the baitshop, they ran bow fishing tournaments, had snagging tournaments, etc..
Dad knew everyone around the lake, and there's not much of it I haven't hunted or been on.
Eat up with pigs now, but I still get pictures of good deer from time to time.
Spent a lot of time up north in the river by the monument chasing ducks, and bowfishing in the spring.
Wet yrs, the gar would move up in there, out of the lake by the 10s of thousands.
Seemed like you could have walked across their backs from one side to the other at times.
Great place for flatheads in June as well .
The lake used to be chock full of channel cats as well.
We used to run lines out by the islands and fill up freezers with them tasty little devils.
Spent a lot of time down river, setting hoop nets and gill nets for whatever we could catch, cuz someone was always buying.
When the water was running, you couldn't put enough men in the boat to roll the nets out of the water there would be so many fish in em.
A 1000lbs of Buffalo was a hourly thing.
Shooting gar off the wall was my favorite place of all though, especially on Fri & Sat nights.
Country music blaring, everyone drinking, and betting $1 or $2 a shot, until nobody in the pool hit but 1 person.
Pots could get up pretty big on the weekends, and it was hoot.
The woke, govern me harder culture got all that fun shut down though, in the name of "public safety" .
Anyway, sorry for the long post, just a lotta good memories from that lake.
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