Hit the local water hole in the neighborhood and started finding some hungry bass (7 total in an hour) that were loving my beetle spin rigged with a brown pepper flakes grub…a fine delacacy in the bass world. Time for that famous phrase that every fishermen lies about “Last cast!” Translation: keep casting until you pull another lunker from their lair. Wammo had this fat gal hit me right at the bank. She struck a pose and sent her back where she came from.
Nice Crock, big crappy!
He didn’t mention that was his two year olds crock
Nice crappy! Large mouth in my pond have been hitting top water plugs pretty consistently. Mostly little ones.