A bright sunny sky, left but one lie, of this day's fishn' ahead. Mother is cold and not so bold for a skinny bite of plastics and lead. The bass were deep for one to creep their enticements as if in June. We joined together like a feather of two early spring season loons. The comaraderie of all regained from the Fall and a winter season filled of fishing cartoons.
49 TEAMS ~ 64 BASSES ~ 156 LBS ~ 2.43 per fish avg!
