Jesse and I fished for about 6 hours before we could see anything on the fish finder. Finally, we got one. I was really surprised that I could reel in the fish all by myself. Woody put up a good fight for such a little fish. We got him inthe boat just as it was starting to storm. I felt really sorry for Woody and wanted to put him back but we kept him. We took Woody to the fish cleaning station...not to clean him but to fillet him. I still got to take my fish home...just not in one piece. Jesse smoked the fish and later on I had a little taste. I will always remember that Woody tasted like BBQ chips.