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.
