It was a super foggy day all day, but the morning was cray.
These guys caught one before any of us. I felt like the world had ended.
Then I caught one and felt fine.
Then I caught another.
My Dad hooked one.
He landed himself some insurance.
Mike finally got on the board.
I started tearing it wide open.
This one was nice.
I started catching so many I was getting amorous with the fish.
Stupid spider got all caught up in the middle of the lake.
My Dad started getting it going to and ended up with 9 bass.
Mike caught 5, but felt like he had 0.
I was catching them on the phone...
This one broke my Dad's pole.
And I got this beauty. She was number 14 of my 17 bass yesterday.
As things started slowing down around 3:30 we dove into the heavy cover.
Not much happened in this stuff, my Dad caught one male.
End of the day.