I hit the Chick this morning around 8am for a few hours with my father-in-law in hopes of finding a morning bite for next Saturday's CFF Tx. In addition to being bitter cold and foggy, the wind made for difficult fishing. There was little to no surface action, so we started slinging SBs and traps in windblown coves. After dragging up an endless amount of slicks and only three keepers in our usual spots, we decided to try some deeper water before heading back in. On my first retrieve through a deep stumpy ditch, I got nailed by what I thought was a stupid cat. After the first jump, however, I knew I had a hawg on! At 8lbs 2oz, I think I just earned another entry into the CFF Hall of Fame emoParty.