LAKE SKINNER = BUNK

Lake Skinner was a bust. Mike caught one right away though, so deceiving.

Temecula is big on hot air balloons?

More deception.

This sign was a lie.

This photo does however speak the truth about Skinner.

Awwwww...

I think all the bass were hiding deep in these reeds.

Mike went on bragging and bragging about this fish. It went on for hours.

Mi Padre's skunk insurance.

This was my biggest catch of the day.

I loved that jerkbait.

FARMERS TAN?

This is what happens when you wear a sweatshirt everyday fishing. I thought I was saving myself from a farmers tan, instead I just go this stupid tan line.

MACINTOSH HARD DRIVE GOLD

My computer started getting slow, so I moved some files to my hard drive and deleted a bunch of stuff. And look what I found! Pre-BassWassup! This was a few years ago ay Lake Isabella.

IRVINE LAKE: BANES' LAST STAND

Mike making decisions.

Look how decisive he was!

One day.

Kenny laughing at that guy on the boat with no friends. Today was Banes' last day (most likely) to fish before going to New Mexico for 5 months.

Mike pops it off. Must have been that doughnut.

Banes with a jumper.

Cha-ching. Insured.

Sushi.

L U V

This is our new Bass Wassup gang sign.

Kenny getting amorous.

I started firing them off!

The fight.

Mike with some faux encouragement.

The Phoenix Suns.

Vultures.

Banes with another jumper.

Fatty.

Kenny follows Banes up.

Mike with the ol' bass up close trick.

Bees in the middle of the lake?

Mike caught a spider on board.

Thank you. Although I'm getting a farmer's tan on my wrists.

Banes is a style investor.

Bass Wassup.

A PATHETIC DAY AT PUDDINGSTONE

Kenny, Banes, and I went to Lake Puddingstone to catch those bass from shore. I'm gonna be up front with you. We all got skunked. And to top it all off we couldn't swim, wade, or drink!

Come here little duckies! When you're not catching fish, you gotta stay entertained somehow.

Beautiful ain't it?

 I got adventurous and tried hiking through the thick flora to get to the hot spots.

Not even my pants and sweatshirt could protect me from these guys.

BASS, CATFISH, AND A PIRATE SHIP AT BIG BEAR LAKE

Nothing like being on the highway at 4:30 am.

By the time we made it to Big Bear Lake, the sun was rising.

I was the first to be insured with this smallmouth at our secret spot.

I've never seen this many pelicans together at once. There was even more to the right of the photo.

Banes caught this catfish on a Senko?

I got a little guy with the physique of THIS GUY.

Mike was desperate early, so he tried his luck at full speed trolling.

This island house has always fascinated me. I'd live there, no questions asked.

Shane Banes loves him some largemouth.

Mike was hoping he could sleep and wake up and this day would be gone. But I woke him up with my worm instead.

I would.

Taj Mahal.

Mike had resorted to trying to hook a carp with bread by the time I caught this smallie.

After I caught my smallmouth, Banes caught this acrobat. 

Banes' third fish and third species.

The only thing Mike caught today was water in the back.

The Pirate Ship.