Terry Heydt
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Went to the local "small-town" resevoir with the wife tonight. This is where I hooked on her bass fishing years ago. No longer stocked with anything (this is PA, remember), and the typical fisherman here has corn dangling under a bobber. Just a night out together. Grabbed the light setup with the 6-lb Trilene, and flipped a PowerCraw to a newly fallen tree extending out into the riprap end of the resevoir. "Plunk", perfect drop right in a little pocket on the deep side. "Thud". Hmmm.... Picked up the line - "THUD-D-D" Set the hook into the largest largemout I have ever seen on this tiny little impoundment. Played for about 5 minutes, and had him right up to the edge of the water...on the riprap where I was standing. Reached down s-l-o-w-l-y so as not to startle him into a run. A quick shake on the rocks, and I watched as my PowerCraw floated slowly up to the surface. Shaved my line just as I was about to grab that big ole' lower lip. Coulda swore I heard him chuckling as he slowly swam away. Argh! A bass this size on a local LAKE would have been a sweet catch. Only consolation was, they don't grow that big by eating just any old thing. Obviously doing something right. (Of course, the 6-lb Trilene came off as soon as we got home...)