Catching a two-pound bass becomes an emotional event after you have been out done by a four year old. I hit Lake Mercer this morning fresh from David's taunts for having not caught a bass yesterday (reminded repeatedly that he caught one). After a slow start, I got a small bass with the old reliable green plastic worm. I later connected with a two-pounder with my other reliable bass bait, the 3 1/2" white tube, as the clock was winding down. I think I have a new fishing spot.
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