posted by Dan on Jul 24
We were on day three of a great week fishing the big lake in Florida. Three guys, staying in a cabin overnight, dinner of fresh large mouth, hush puppies, stewed tomatoes, followed by large scotch and waters while we told stories and prepared our gear for tomorrow.
One night my friend Frank had a few too many of those Scotch and waters. The following morning the lake was completely still and flat and not a breeze. This was great for fishing but not too good for my friend Frank. We were circling these floating islands of weeds very quietly and my friend made a cast and just fell asleep in the chair on the boat. Suddenly a large mouth hit his lure and yanked the pole out of his sleeping hands.
He yells “ MY ROD IS GONE.” Mark and I could hardly keep from laughing when Frank dove into the water, and stayed down for a long time. Then, up he came with rod, no fish, very wet and very sober. Frank was and is my friend and now that was a story to tell.
Tags: largemouth bass
