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Even if a Baitcaster was made by magic elves, robots from the future, or supreme beings from another planet, I guarantee, I not only could, but would backlash the reel on a daily basis. No matter how far I cast, I will always try for one more foot of distance.

This was my failed attempt at humor. I don't have a private lake. This public lake has been somewhat of a secret for years. I consider it my lake, but there have always been a few people that fish there. I was surprised to see a picture of someone that I do not know holding a giant bass caught at this remote lake. A friend saw the picture that was posted on Facebook and thought it might have been caught at my favorite lake. My friend has never been to the lake, but did guess right. The place the picture was taken is easily recognizable to anyone who has spent much time at this amazing place. I don't know how big the bass is, but it is bigger than any I have landed. Hopefully I find some time to go fishing there soon.

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I was struggling at work, trying to get enough done as to be able to go bass fishing this weekend. Between work, problems with my health, and a dozen or more of life's normal setbacks taking up my time, I don't go bass fishing nearly as much as I should. I have learned to live with this fact and try to enjoy the few times I go as much as I can. I hoped to be able to go tomorrow, but realized late in the afternoon that I would have to work instead. I was fine with the fact and felt good about maybe getting a little ahead with my work. Then a friend who now is an ex friend, text me a picture of this bass and asked if this was caught at my secret lake. Right when I was starting to feel good about the coming weekend, I get hit with this picture. Instantly I thought about quitting my job, grabbing my fishing gear, kissing my wife goodby and moving to the lake. I don't know who I am more mad at, the lousy xxxxxxxxx that poached this giant bass out of my private lake, the man at the store that instead of selling me the winning lotto ticket sold me a worthless piece of paper, or my lousy Ex friend who was evil enough to send me this insane picture on Friday afternoon, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to go fishing. Right now, I'm going to take all of my vengeance out on my ex friend, because I don't know who the poacher is, and I doubt if I can remember where I bought the loosing lotto ticket. If I ever do find out who caught my bass, my full fury will be focused on them. What gives this xxxxx the right to take time off of work and harrass my bass why I have to work and can only dream day dream about giant bass. Even be more of a sick evil peron, and post a picture of my bass with my lake's shoreline in the background. Any person with common decency would have blurred out the background and said they caught the bass at Baccarac. How big is this bass? I don't know who caught it, but I recognize the exact location. Now I'm going to have to give up even more fishing time in order to go to therapy.

I learned that I don't have a severe mental disorder. This site has tought me, that it's not me, there is an outside influencer named the Bait Monkey that keeps me buying tackle I don't need. It is also comforting to know, that while the Monkey has attached himself firmly to my back, others on this site live with a way more expensive Bait Monkey from Japan. I also learned that while lake Menderchuck is a real place with giant bass, I will never be able to find it.

I own far to many bass lures. I have almost everything imaginable. Then I make the mistake of watching a few minutes of BASS Live. First thing I see is Lee Livesay land a nice bass on an all pink buzzbait. I didn't even think the Bait Monkey was paying attention, when all of a sudden he jumps up and starts pointing at the buzzbait. Before I could even realize what was happening, he had found the exact bait on Tackle Warehouse. To make matters worse, the next time they put Livesay on live he is landing a bass a pink bladed jig with a chartreuse trailer. The Bait Monkey just smiled. I had to admit, I didn't have everything. I did have to point out the fact that Livesay is way down in the standings on BassTrack. The Monkey laughed and said the tournament ain't over yet and started looking for a pink and Chartreuse bladed jig.

Helicopter lure with a Banjo Minnow trailer. I'm getting desperate.

I fished two days last weekend. I didn't land a bass over 1 pound. My best five for two days was around 4 pounds. I have bass fished 4 days this year and have yet to land a bass over 1.5 pounds. I may have to move north of the border, if I want to catch a bigger bass. The Bait Monkey blames my lack of success on my gear. That is kind of him not to mention my lack of skill, but I'm not going to buy the expensive swimbaits he wants, or all the finesse gear he thinks would help. I have enough tackle to do the job. I will blame my lack of success on the moon and keep trying.

I hope you catch your 30 pound bag, and may the location of Menderchuck forever remain a mystery.

You have a valid point, but remember Bruce Lee wasn't around when AI was developed. An AI search of this picture may give exact location, along with recommending an angler follow the guy in a Lund Pro V early in the spring from this launch, fish a Vision 110 in a perch pattern and also have a Jack Hammer tied on. Now that I think about it, forget about AI, that is what I would do.

I zoomed in on the sign in the picture, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't tell what was written on it. I thought it said Lake Menderchuck, but that might only be wishful thinking. You are getting brave posting this picture, or are you trying to throw the internet dogs off of the sent?

Don't do it. You are talking about taking the first step down a long dangerous road. It starts out as just one cheap glide bait, before you realize your mistake, you are living in a van that cost way less than your favorite bait, and the Bait Monkey is your only friend. I have been tempted, but I refuse to take that first step. I know I'm weak, and my days of living with the Bait Monkey and eating nothing but Ramen are a not too distant memory. If you feel you are smart and strong enough to avoid falling into the trap, go ahead and buy an S Waver, remember you were warned.

I use EWG hooks most of the time because I have difficulty rigging my worms straight with other styles of hooks. I'm sure the bass don't care if there is a slight bend in the worm, but it drives me nuts. I believe my hook up ratio depends far more on how and when I set the hook than on what style of hook. To much slack, bad timing, bad position, off balance, daydreaming and a thousand other factors make for a bad hookset. If I blame my lack of skill on my hook, I will buy more hooks and the Bait Monkey wins.

6th Sense Cloud Nine Magnum squarebill. In my part of Mexico BFS stands for Big Fat Squarebill.

The Bait Monkey was bugging me to buy some more tungsten weights. Before moving from cart to purchase, I asked the Monkey how I managed to catch bass before tungsten weights were available. He told me I went skunked often before I started using tungsten. I reminded him I still get skunked often. His answer was that I only get skunked now because I haven't listened to his advise regarding expensive Japanese and custom glide baits. Before looking once more at all of the expensive glide baits online, I remembered how many fish I caught, and how much fun I had when all I fished with was a worm and bobber,long before my friendship with the Bait Monkey began. I immediately turned off my computer and started looking through my fishing gear for cheap plastic bobbers. The Monkey always starts crying whenever I get sentimental about my childhood fishing days before we met. Now I'm back to ordering the tungsten weights I can't live without. It breaks my heart to see an adult monkey cry.

Next year say you are trading in all of your Vision 110's for Banjo Minnows'. Some people will believe anything.

Yard work is for people that don't fish.

You may have finally over did the tackle porn pictures. I'm now having trouble with my internet, and the Bait Monkey is crying in the corner. After looking at all of these pictures I was wondering if you have you ever thought about fishing with jerkbaits? I here at times they can work well on small mouth bass. It might be worth trying a few different colors, before giving up on them.

I would assume you have already accomplished the most difficult part. You chose inlaws that live on a lake in Florida. Catching the bass won't be nearly as difficult as catching the girl.

Then where will you ice fish?

I can't comment on pound for pound fighting ability, but the largemouth bass in the lakes I fish in Mexico, are the hardest fighting bass I have ever landed. They jump, dig, and go on surprisingly long runs. I haven't fished for hybrid bass, and pound for pound comparisons, are hard to determine, but size does matter, and as you add more pounds it can be easy to not care at all about a pound for pound comparison.

I read the In Fisherman article. If the reporting in this article is accurate, I think the angler is not being treated fairly, and that is a way to polite way of describing what they are doing to him. I have said it before and will say it again. If a polygraph is the only way to enforce a rule, it should not be a rule. Make rules that can be proven and enforce with hard evidence or don't have them. 100 year old witchcraft technology is not something that should be used to determine the direction of a person's' career.

I have two. Ther first is a bladed jig. I bought a few and tried them, forcing myself to tie one on every day. I didn't have any luck so I quit trying. I fished spinnerbaits, and squarebill crankbaits often, and always caught bass on one of them, so I didn't really feel a need to use a bladed jig. eradic A couple years later after watching many videos and noticing that every tournament the bladed jig was always a major player, I decided to give them another try. I discovered I was simply fishing them too fast. I fish crankbaits fast, and like a friend told me once he thought I was having a seizure when he watched me fish a crankbait. I'm reeling fast jerkirking, the rod, starting and stopping the reel all at a quick pace. It has always worked for me with crankbaits, and I assumed because a bladed jig feels like a crankbait when retrieved that I should retrieve them very fast and extremely erratic. When I slowed down and started fishing one similar to the way I slow roll a spinnerbait, I started getting bit, and the bass were almost always big. Now unless I'm around wood, I prefer to throw the bladed jig rather than a spinnerbait. I fish crankbaits in rocks most of the time, but once in awhile the bladed jig works on rocky shorelines when the cranks zero. The other bait is a Trig plastic worm. I never really gave them a chance. Once I actually started using them, I discovered how effective and easy they are to fish. Now because I hate loosing tackle, I feel I may depend on the T rig too much.