White Bridge to Beasley Bridge

We ran White Bridge. CFS 137 3.5 ft high. Seemed like plenty of water. It was 47 degrees out. Freezing cold water. Kathy flipped a couple times and I slipped in mud onto my ass several times. At the end; you can hear when we located Kris; He lost his boat and was yelling help from the land. Other then freezing our asses off it was a great day.