This flounder met its fate yesterday evening off the crossbridge. No one measured its length, but it sure looks like a keeper to me! Roger had to help hoist it onto the bridge. I went to the same place this evening and threw my gold spoon 113 times without any kind of hit. Roger said he was using  some kind of plastic lure.

Something is going on on the land that Mr. Ethridge owns across the street and at the boat ramp. Heavy equipment has cleared the debris off the surface and I see what appears to be survey markers. Maybe a sale is eminent.