My dad practically lived down at the end of 71st bluff landing and one day there was a old man that went up that little creek to catch bait and there was a car that had 2 jet skies and they went up there but on their way out they sprayed the crap out of him and laughed all the way out. But the old man was mad and cold so he come back and loaded his boat up and daddy was in his camper and he could tell somthing was up. After he got his boat loaded he pulled up and the only car in the lot was the jet skies and he stopped and got out and walked around the car slashing every tire on the car and trailer. Those boys was mad as all get up and walked over to my dad and asked if he saw who done it and if he had a cell phone he could use dad said nope and nope they walked out

Looks like catfish heaven but my dad says that the water is dead back there and he catches all his monsters out in the main channel

I would not like to be on that stretch of water in a flood stage with such a small boat. Way too many full size trees and logs floating just below the surface to knock you over.