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|Thu, 08-05-2010 - 11:47pm|
A day in my life. Its Wednesday 8:00 am .The lake just open ed (Lake Mission Viejo, a mile and a half away) I’m positioned at the end of the pier that extends about 60 feet into the lake. Its warm already and the water is smooth and calm. My baited line lies on the lake bottom. The worm on my hook doesn’t know but his time is up. Suddenly my pole jerks down almost out of my hand. It’s ae huge bass. MY pole bends and my line stretches as I fought to reel that big guy in. It must be BIg Bertha . A fifteen-pound bass that gets caught and released every few weeks. As I reel it in a well-meaning boy grabs a net and reaches for the fish. I think to myself oh man don’t blow it for me. The fish was big enough I could use the help but some of these kids don’t know how to carefully net big bass. One wrong move and the fish gets away. Well, IT happened the kid knocked the bass as he was attempting to net the big guy. I was really disappointed . I thanked the kid for attempting to net the big BASS. That bass is always released because its Its those big guys that help to keep the Bass population from getting to low.