I am a huge fan of the slop. One day last summer my buddy Joey G and I were at the Race and it was raining and the wind was howling. There were a few other guys there, and we were slamming fish. My buddy Joe hauled in a 28 pounder on a mambo minnow. The skies opened up like you read about, hardest rain I have ever seen. We kept fishing while all the other guys ran for cover. I was laughing my arse off having a ball.
