Dry spell for Reese

Reese slowly works his way around Perch Creek. He hasn't put down his Power Poles since he caught the bass on the bed. As I write this he screams. He just missed another big one.


He hooks the bass on the next cast and hauls in another fatty. The crowd, which has grown to 20 boats, screams their support.


Now Reese sets up on another bed. His Power Poles are down. I'm thinking this California boy is feelin' it under a bright sunny sky.

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