This weekend last year we had fished bass all nite in "Truro." Took a quick ride over to Corn Hill mid morning. The beach was littered with all sorts of bait carnage....heads...tails....full bodies. No sign of surface activity. First cast with a popper and it was inhaled the second it hit the water. There were schools of alligator blues chasing peanuts up and down the beach. At one point in the tide we had bait clinging to our wader and blues crashing around us. Took what had to be a 20lber on a 3 oz pink surface tension. We had been into fish around 15 lbs for an hour or two, I'll never forget my brothers face when he saw the fish I hauled onto the beach. It was a freakin' slob.
