Author: BrownBomber
Posted: 8/18/2008
We hit the water at the break of dawn, our poles in our hands hoping nothing goes wrong. The morning is clear the wind slightly blowing, searching for Bass,..but really not knowing.
Could they be here, or there, hours spent searching, tossing our baits but not knowing for certain.
We hit the pads and around all the stuctures, casting our frogs our worms and creatures that lack luster.
Tro...