Powroznik fills his limit

"They are biting that wacky worm"

Jacob Powroznik is on a tear, finding a quick limit of fish that has at least two fish around three and a half pounds.  He's found a them on beds, two while flippin and a few by just casting and slowly reeling along the shore. He's in a good mood.

"Three more like that one and let's see where it puts us, son."

"Ain't no sense in running. There's fish right here."