Sep 27 2009 8:33 pm
Them bass like the sticky pink stink sitting on a rock, twitch, twitch, they suck it down in a white gaping flash and get the hook. The tug is the drug. The swing is the thing. Except in a quarry where there isn’t much of a current so the flies don’t swing too well. But you know what I mean.
Jeff, you're the man.