TOMORROW"? I SAID "JUST GOING FISHING". HE SAID "MEET ME AT THE DOCK AT 9:00 AM AND I'LL SHOW YOU AROUND." I WAS SO EXCITED I COULD HARDLY SLEEP THAT NIGHT. THE NEXT MORNING I WAS READY BY 8:00 AM. THE ADRENALINE WAS PUMPING. JOSH SHOWED UP ABOUT 9:30 AND I THREW MY GEAR IN THE BOAT AND OFF WE WENT. I ASKED WHAT THE BAIT PLAN WAS AND HE SAID WE SHOULD START OFF WITH SMALL BUCKTAILS. IT WAS STILL EARLY JUNE S0 I FIGURED THIS WAS A PRETTY GOOD CHOICE. I SNAPPED ON MY HIGH CONFIDENCE ORANGE BLADED BUCKTAIL AND WAS READY TO LET IT FLY WHEN JOSH SAID "WRONG COLOR, ORANGE DOESN'T WORK ON THIS LAKE"!!! TRUSTING IN HIS EXPERIENCE, I SWITCHED TO A COPPER BLADE AND BEGAN CASTING OVER THIS UNDERWATER STUMP FIELD. NO ACTION. NO RAISES. NO FOLLOWS. NO NOTHING. AS THE AFTERNOON PROGRESSED, WE TRIED A VARIETY OF SPOTS AND BAITS AND COULD ONLY SUCCESSFULLY BOAT ONE SMALL PIKE. AFTER LUNCH, WE HEADED BACK OUT AND TRIED THIS CREEK CHANNEL. I PUT ON AN ORANGE AND BLACK TALLY WACKER AND AGAIN JOSH SAID "WRONG COLOR, ORANGE DOESN'T WORK ON THIS LAKE." THIS TIME I IGNORED HIM AND PITCHED THE TALLY WACKER RIGHT OVER THE MIDDLE OF THE CHANNEL. AS THE BAIT HIT THE WATER IT DISAPPEARED. A HUGE MUSKY SUCKED IT
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