My advice? Forget Bitter for a year and take a run at Poinsett. Now, let me tell ya, the last time I was out there, I was so focused on this massive pike I was marking that I drilled my holes way too close together. I spent the next hour fighting that darn fish and my own tip-ups, looking like a tangled-up spider monkey on the ice. I probably looked like a fool, but I landed the fish, and that's all that matters