A couple of decades ago, I had the opportunity to join my outdoor writer buddy, Keith Sutton for a bass fishing foray south of the border on Mexico's Lake Guerrero.
I had cast a plastic worm next to a bush when I felt the tell-tale "tap..tap" on the line. Setting the hook, it because obvious I had tied into something big. Around the bush the fish went and to my dismay, the line went slack; the fish had broken off.
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