Billy had been behind the group, and while catching up he witnessed the crashing bass annihilate my plug.
He screamed, “Woah! Danny’s got a big boy on, fellas!"
All went silent as I fought hard to keep the fish from taking me into the rocks. It hit directly behind a boulder, and I was convinced I didn’t have a chance.
I lifted my rod tip as high as possible to keep my line from grazing one of the many boulders between me and the bass. After thrashing on the surface, the fish made several screaming runs.Continue Reading