Arkansas
Keith, his son, Josh, my son, Zeus, and I took a small motorboat trip about a mile up the White River to a spot I would never be able to find again. We tied the boat to a downed tree and scrambled up the crumbly sand bank and walked about 50 feet to the shore of Ditch Lake, an oxbow lake. Someone had placed two rowboats at the shore of the lake for fisherman to use. Josh and Zeus took one boat and Keith and I took the other. After fishing the main part of the lake, we glided through the shallow water around the Cyprus trees to a back bay where we each hooked fish we believe to be the sought after Dogfish. Keith’s fish managed to shake loose. My fish swam toward the boat so fast I couldn’t reel the line fast enough to keep up with it. As it went under the boat the line tightened and snapped.
This picture is of the water between the main lake and the back bay.