OK, it's 74* here (after a gazillion days over 90*'s) which translates into grabbing 3 GLoomis baitcasting rods and heading to Eastfork Lake for about 2 hours of fun. My son just missed getting a 5-6lb bass in the boat last night, got him to within about 3 feet, I tried to "lip" him (forgot the net) and he looked like the size of a football. Jumped straight up over my arm, shook about 4 times, and we watched the spinnerbait go flying out of his mouth and he to the depths of freedom, along with Mat's trailer hook off the spinnerbait. Maybe, just maybe, he still might be there, still telling all his friends about how he got away . . . . for now . . . .

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Be safe.