Great Night At The Honey Hole
Went to a lake that I consider a honey hole that I like to call "Area 51" for big bass with my father and my brother. The weather was all-around kind of crappy, and I wasn't expecting anything special. I got skunked, but my brother managed to hook an absolute lunker, 5 pounds scaled and his PB by far. It took a spoon and put up a great fight.