Confessions of a bassaholic
"What the heck am I doing out here? These guys are kicking my butt every time."
Those were the thoughts (at least the paraphrased version) going through my head about four hours into the six-hour drive home to Mississippi from the latest Bassmaster Open at Wheeler Lake in Alabama. I'd had a great practice averaging about 70 to 80 bites a day and when I checked them, a fair amount of the fish were in the 2 1/2- to 3-pound range. I had been as ready for an event as I had ever ...
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