Ah yes, the ol drum fake out. It's late in the evening, bass has been hitting pretty good. You figure you got another half hour to fish before stowing the trolling motor and firing up the big motor to head in. Then boom! Alright! Gotta big one! Then you start feeling the fish dig for the bottom. Drum! It's a 10-12 pounder. You finally get him to the boat. I don't want that smelly thing in my boat stinking it up and flipping and flopping everywhere. I reach over the gunnel with pliers to get a hold of the hook and just as I get a hold of the hook, it comes alive. I bend my hook, tear my jig or whatever. Time to tie on new bait, retie if he didn't ruin the hook. 25 minutes left. Good, a few more cast. Bam! Guess what? Another one. In Ky lake I catch quit a few of them. When it comes down to it though, im still fishing. The drum gives you another fight on your pole. Im retired and I know the day is going to come soon when I won't feel like going fishing or be able to so I reckon it's all good. I'm still chuckling over the "Tennessee tarpon".
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