It was a little tough finding it at dawn; just a little opening in the roadside weeds by a pile of sand. It then has a few herd trails and one main trampled one. The only person I saw on the wall behind the fence was Johnny, the one armed guy. I was wondering if he'd still have his spot.
He was there when we walked out in late afternoon, spotting fish for guys near the bridge. I can get to the one very small spot I like to dead drift off the upper end of the rocks, but I can do without it , too.