SCOTTY’S FIRST TWENTY: THE SCAR COMMON
Great big rafts of uprooted, soonto- be decaying Canadian pondweed floated slug- gishly on the surface. Meanwhile, what can only be described as gazillions of crunchy, protein-rich freshwater snails rained down onto the lakebed from their once safe haven. They’d then scarper to the relative safety of the margins, only to be devoured by the carp.
We learned a harsh lesson that first year, with only a couple of dirty great slabs each and a few screaming ghost takes that connected with nothing but thin air, to show for our efforts. We’d made some good friends along the way, of course.