The fishing pole — an ordinary mix of resin, fiberglass, thread, and bits of steel — is anything but ordinary once it’s put to use. It can feed a family, calm a restless mind, or spark memories that last a lifetime.
A Secret Smile: Spent a week in the lovely state of Missouri on one of my favorites, Table Rock Lake.
This lake has been a gentle giant and full of bounty for our yearly family reunion. This year was no different.
Within minutes of launching my boat at the Shell Knob Bridge I had begun the onslaught. Only took 30 minutes and I had 20 fish in my boat using a live worms drop-shotted around the pylons. Tried getting it down to 25 foot but usually only made it 12ft or so before I had a 14-18" spotted bass well hooked.
There’s the ol’ girl, reminiscing about when all systems were a go.
I am always learning how to fish. Always. It never fails: anytime I think I am starting to figure out how to bass fish, the bass tell me different. I’m sure we all go through it in one way or another. Is it that we are off our game? Or are the bass learning the rules of the game?
Always learning how to bass fish
