Don't know why, maybe the good lord decided it was my turn. Grabbed my favorite pole and tackle bag and went to a local lake yesterday. Fished the entire North side, about 400 yds of bank, caught nothing, and on the way back around threw out a glimmer and darn if I didn't catch the biggest BASS I have ever caught. You know, no camera, no witnesses, just me and a bass with a mouth big enough to stick both of my fists in. What's up with that. I mean this fish was so heavy I had to rest her on her tail while taking out the hook. And I thought winter fishing was going to be boring.
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