Classic grandpa-grandson outing: picked up my wife and grandson from the landing. It was blistering hot. Fishing was slow. Already figured I'd might as well troll... Two laps of the lake and Jack decided a change was in order. We floated over to a large log. I tried for crappie, but snapped off the only small jig I had ( it was supposed to be a spinnerbait or crankbait bite... ). Looking in the bottom of my baitwell, where old baits accumulate and rust out, I managed to find an old brushhog and a way too large offset hook and bullet weight. Why not. I tied up, flipped to the base of the log, and with Jack cheering me on and his Grandma opening the net, landed my biggest bass ever. Possibly 7 lbs, but no scale in the summer. A mouth bigger than both my fists ( admittedly, I am only a 7 and a half glove ). Nice end to a great day with my first grandson. Take a kid fishing... they'll bring good luck!
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