When I was a kid my pops knew a guy who owned a man made pond in downtown Phoenix. Now this pond is not open to the public, and was stocked with FLA Strain. It's about an acre in a teardrop shape. One of the walls of the pond was also a 50ft Levy wall for the Salt River. This pond is right across the river from Sky Harbor and maybe 400yds away from the I-10, but if you didn't know it was there then you would never guess it. There's an industrial park right in the vicinity of it. Anyways, we would go out there, and this is where I fell in love with Castaic Swimbaits. There were times they would out perform the live waterdogs. Regardless, it was a great time. I think we only went out there five or six times, but they were a lot of fun. BIG BIG fish, I think the small ones were about three pounds. We never had a scale with us. My favorite memory of that was when my dad and his friends were getting the tracker ready for the water, I was out on the little dock and saw a bedding bass. I ran over and grabbed my rod with my little Castaic Hard Headed Shad. My dad's friends were laughing because they saw her too and were telling me there was no way I would catch her. I decided to prove them wrong. I cast the shad about 10ft past the bass and reeled in the shad. Once I got within a foot or so of the nest I let it sink and drug it right into the bed. Thanks to parental skills of the bass I brought in what was probably a 4-5lb bass. That was the first time that day I proved them wrong. Later in the day, it was probably around 110 degrees or so, and I had a Castaic Baby Crappie that floated. The same guys were telling me it was way too hot. So I cast next to a mosquite tree that was dipping into the water. As soon as that baby crappie started swimming I got nailed. Again this one was only about four pounds but still a blast. There's a giant Flathead or something in there because there were many times we would get a fish on (I know it was fish on because the line would be moving in somewhat of a figure eight) it would be far too heavy and strong for any of us to get up. This is all on live waterdogs from Waterdog Willie's in N Phx. Great times. Then there's the time I got stuck in my truck while hunting bass, but that's another story all together. Funny, it doesn't seem like that was 14 years ago.