There we were , somewhere in Texas, fishing for Bass, and they weren't biting, until they did. Clamp! Vise-like jaws snapped shut on an alluring dark plastic worm and in came a fish, an apocalyptic leviathan of a Bass.
GWB soon caught up with some swift action, and after an hour at the lake we were neck and neck at 3 fish each. By then the sun was setting, the lake was still as glass and it just seemed right to try out the Tiny Torpedo topwater method.
A small strike, almost more of a gulp, later and kaboom! A big fish was on, leaping and fighting, playing out the drag as it stormed and thrashed out of the water. Excitement wasn't in it, this was a serious fish.
As if on cue, lightning flashed through the thunderheads, right there, at the Basschaton.
Tight Lines,
LSP
5 comments:
Fishing at the lake has certainly improved from the old days when you felt lucky to get a strike from a sunfish or small cat.
Well done!
That's one meaty bass, there, Pastor.
Thanks, LL. The fishing seems to have escalated...
Sure was, Fredd. The first one was a bit larger, too. A good evening's fishing!
I think that you two are ready for the big Bass Tournament!!
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