I hit Beaver from about 10:00 to 12:30 om saturday and was able to hook about 20. I slow trolled a gold/nickel dick nite at speed one on my minnkota, but after a while I snagged it on the prop and had to cut it loose. I then used a pearl and redhead dick nite and then I hooked a few more. I hooked a ton of fish, but as I reeled them in they either jumped up and got loose or they shook the hook out. I was only able to bring 8 to the boat. Some just nibbled the hook lightly and I was unable to set the hook fast enough. I was using no weight, but apparently it was going fairly deep because something really weird happened. As I was heading in to call it a day, I snagged something really hard on the ground. I thought it was a log, so I tried reeling it up. It was really heavy, and eventually I was able to bring it close to the surface. As I brought it up, it appeared to be some kind of greenish handbag that had been on the lake floor for a very long time. As I was bringing it up, all of this debris started flying out of the bag. Once I got it to the surface, all this grease came out on the surface and the smell of rotting flesh stunk up the entire area. The grease kept expanding into a giant circle on the lake surface. I saw that my spoon was hooked to the handle, so as I reached to try to unhook it, part of the zipper came open. The smell just hit me even harder then and I gagged. As the zipper came open, I accidentally touched the slimy inner contents. I looked inside and I saw some big skin colored limbs of some sort inside. My blood started to pump and then I pulled even harder for the hook to come free, but it was stuck behind the barb into the handle. I was now about to puke my guts out from the smell, so I quickly grabbed my pliers and wrenched the hook out. I then took another good look at the flesh colored limbs inside, and as I studied it for a while, I realized that they had tiny scales. I then realized that somebody had caught 2-3 huge fish (3-5 pounders), put them in a bag, and then dropped them into the water. It probably was an accident, and I'm glad it wasn't something else. I then was able to have peace in my mind that I didn't have to call the cops. I then headed in to the boat launch, and about 50 feet away from the launch I hooked the last fish of the day, a 10" stocker. A great way to end the day. I saw a bald eagle, an osprey, a great blue heron, and some other unrecognizable brown bird of prey. The stink stayed in my nose for the rest of the day though.

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