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DZ · 08-31-2006, 04:16 PM

Bass do suck in needles: The following is an excerpt from a chapter entitled "Thumper and the Bass" from my book project "The Snowstorm Blitz":

At that point I felt I needed to retie and told Bobby to stand on the same rock and cast as far as he could. I mentioned that the bass were hitting the plugs very lightly, almost as if they were inhaling them, and that if he felt any kind of hesitation to set the hook. He did as I directed and started his retrieve. After 5 turns of the handle he said he was hung up, that was until his 11-foot graphite rod bent double and line began screaming off of his Penn 705. Like I said before Bob gets extremely nervous when hooked up and his right leg “thumper” was now going 90 miles per hour. Bob was clearly a wreck at this point and he had every reason to be. This location was very rocky and full of potential snags, definitely cutoff city. Every time his fish took a burst of line Bob would pray aloud to the fish gods. Bobby could now feel his line rubbing bottom and after a few close calls the bass finally slowed down and Bob got it turned. After the bass made a few more short runs Bob managed to direct the fish through the maze of bubble weed hang-ups which were in tight to the beach. I then waded out and grabbed her by the gill cover and eased her in for Bob to see. When on the beach I put a light on her. Bob was ecstatic, he practically melted from emotional exhaustion. We quickly weighed her up at 47 pounds then tried to revive her for release but the fifteen-minute battle had taken its toll so Bobby had to keep her. I shook Bob’s hand and congratulated him. He had finally hooked and landed his large bass.

DZ

08-31-2006, 04:16 PM	#15
DZ Registered User iTrader: (0) Join Date: Dec 2000 Posts: 2,574	Bass do suck in needles: The following is an excerpt from a chapter entitled "Thumper and the Bass" from my book project "The Snowstorm Blitz": At that point I felt I needed to retie and told Bobby to stand on the same rock and cast as far as he could. I mentioned that the bass were hitting the plugs very lightly, almost as if they were inhaling them, and that if he felt any kind of hesitation to set the hook. He did as I directed and started his retrieve. After 5 turns of the handle he said he was hung up, that was until his 11-foot graphite rod bent double and line began screaming off of his Penn 705. Like I said before Bob gets extremely nervous when hooked up and his right leg “thumper” was now going 90 miles per hour. Bob was clearly a wreck at this point and he had every reason to be. This location was very rocky and full of potential snags, definitely cutoff city. Every time his fish took a burst of line Bob would pray aloud to the fish gods. Bobby could now feel his line rubbing bottom and after a few close calls the bass finally slowed down and Bob got it turned. After the bass made a few more short runs Bob managed to direct the fish through the maze of bubble weed hang-ups which were in tight to the beach. I then waded out and grabbed her by the gill cover and eased her in for Bob to see. When on the beach I put a light on her. Bob was ecstatic, he practically melted from emotional exhaustion. We quickly weighed her up at 47 pounds then tried to revive her for release but the fifteen-minute battle had taken its toll so Bobby had to keep her. I shook Bob’s hand and congratulated him. He had finally hooked and landed his large bass. DZ
	DZ Recreational Surfcaster "Limit Your Kill - Don't Kill Your Limit" Bi + Ne = SB 2 If you haven't heard of the Snowstorm Blitz of 1987 - you someday will.