Black Bart,

So many memories starting with how you got that name, the day it rained on that black hat you were wearing and the dye rain down your face.

All of us in the hog line above you got a kick out of how you tried to not let us know when you had a fish on. That spot is still referred to as "Black Bart's hole".

Then the day my wife and I were fishing a spot by the steps where you had just limited. Our spoons would not "tune" and you came by and threw one of your spinners in our boat. I put it on my wife's line. She let me land the last two of our limit. All on your spinner.

A day no one will forget and is talked about to this day. You stopped by the hog line on the way to your hole. When you left you cut too soon below us and sucked up a lure in your pump as you left spooling his reel. What happened later can't be told here as this is a family site.

I will be going down there on Halloween. Get in touch if you can make it. You are more than welcome to join me.