CHEERS & JEERS
The steep cost of compounds, terrible fishing tips, and a gator attack.
On my birthday weekend, my friend Adam and I took a trip to New Bullards Bar Reservoir in northern California. We knew this lake held some monster spotted bass, so we were on the hunt for a real trophy. We started fishing around 9 A.M., and about an hour later, the fish hit my football jig with a twin trailer. I could tell it was big. It ran a few times and peeled what it could, but I was using heavy braided line and kept it pretty controlled. When the fish finally came out of the mud, I caught a glimpse of it—and it was a beast. After fighting it for a solid minute, I horsed it in. We freaked out, thinking it might be a world record. I weighed and measured it, then let it go, feeling like I’d accomplished something big.