Buzzard Breath
Well-Known Member
I thought it was going to be crappy all day so I'd planned on watching the Vols game, then drinking beer and tying flies all afternoon. When I saw the sun start peaking through the clouds I decided to grab a pole and head to a farm pond to try and catch some bass. Boy am I glad I did. Caught a bunch of fish of all sizes. I kept couple for dinner, the fishing dog ate one on the spot, and I released the rest. I'd started out with an olive and white Deciever until I broke it off on the strip set. Then I tied on a chartreuse and white Roamer. Both worked equally well retrieved just below the surface.