Well, I stopped by the tackle/taxidermists store yesterday before heading to the little 300acre lake in ky, where I pursue that 10lber that I keep missing by ounces, and I get some bad news. He shows me a frozen bass that was brought in the day before that weighed 12 and some change, from the lake I fish. This is Ky mind you. It just kills me because I didnt even know the guy who brought it in. That means he doesnt fish there much because Im there all the time and I'd know him. I was just sick. The lake also yeilded a 9.10 last night, but luckly she was caught by a friend who released her. For some reason it just makes me sick. It messes with your confidence when you put so much time into a little lake where you know some giants live and other people get em when you dont.
Edited by AndrewG (07/04/08 03:10 PM)
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