The Great Outdoors
A friend and I were just about to call it quits and make a dash for the boat ramp after a tough morning of bass fishing. The big July sun climbed in the cloudless sky and there wasn’t a breath of wind to stir the sultry air. It was getting hotter by the minute and we’d both had enough.
That’s when I spotted something encouraging, roughly 75 yards way. The still water turned nerv...