I went down tonight to the bridge by Mc Alder elementary. Its not so cold if you dress for it. Still frozen for the first few steps in but water wasnt that bad. It was really clear. I shined my light in and saw bottom all around me. I charged up my corkie and tossed it into an area I know fish usually are holding. I felt my weight bouncing off the bottom and nothing. Again and again I tossed it out into the darkness only to feel it hitting the rocks then draggin some sand then back into the rocks again. No bites at all. Then my phone rings. My wife, man dont she know Im fishing. Ok hun Ill pick up laundry soap and some finger nail polish remover for ya. Back to fishing I go. Then to my surprise wham! I got a huge hit. But my pole didnt move a bit. I kicked my leg back and bout knocked that chum clean outta the water. Scared the hell outta me. I wasnt looking down so I didnt see him. Thing was ugly all spawned out looking like death warmed over. Even after I kicked it outta panic it just sat there for a min and swam away all slow. I stayed out there for about 2 1/2 hours and nothing. Im gonna try again in the morning and see if I get some better luck.