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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DirtyMike" data-source="post: 27888" data-attributes="member: 229">One of two; 2011 in the honey hole. I was back on break and my dad said the fishing was pretty good up at the race. We made plans with his friend (Gene-r) to meet up at his cabin in pick city. Gene didn't want to launch until 9:30 so we played pinochle and had a few drinks. i don't know what could have prepared me for the quality of fish in that system. We did this a couple days in a row. But in the last night my old man hooked into a 12 lb 11oz boheemith. As it got this the side of the boat, gener went to swipe at it with the net...he missed. As the fish headed back to the bottom, we all just held our breath. I don't know if I could even breath really. The fish stayed on, and gave us another chance. Looking back, that was the last time I got to fish with my dad and his best friend.- - - Updated - - -Story 2 of 2 occurred in the glacial lakes region of SD. I was planning on heading home one weekend while away at school when a friend asked if i wanted to go back with him to do some ice fishing. I've never seen so many holes drilled in a day of ice fishing. But, it yielded us three limits each. That's 12 walleye, 45 perch and 45 crappies. It took us all night to clean them.</blockquote>