So i lived about 20 min from lake fork and spent my fair share of hours on the lake. My bud and I, in the summer, would get out there at 5-am and head up little caney creek and just kill the bass with yellow magic's till about 9-am.
Well this particular day was no different. We got out there and started to work the bass over real well, and before 7-am i landed into a 9lb. Sadly it wrapped itself around a oh so conveniently placed log and snapped my line. Yeah i was ticked but my blood was pumping and i had another yellow magic to tie on and get back in the game.
On the very next cast, no longer had the lure hit the water about 15ft away, i got a hit. Need less to say i was so amped up from losing the last bass that i set the hook 5 times harder then i needed to. Well setting a hook that hard on a bass that probably weighed less then 5 oz created a projectile that i had to dodge. Yes it did fly out of the water and over the boat. As a joke my bud grabbed the net and proceeded to net this giant.
So all in all a great day with an even better memory. Isn't that why we truly go fishing, for the memories.
Any ways if you got a small bass or funny story please share. I would love to hear it.
