A fatty Saturday, about three o'clock in the afternoon, lounging on the shores of a new spot that inspires me absolutely not, I am firmly convinced that I am going to cover. When suddenly I saw in one of four angles that are unhappy that sad lake, a beautiful bass, thoughtful among his herbarium, heedless of the light rain that had begun to fall.
And it's the jig rather than Morpion Nesta of flying in his direction soon. The lure continues its path in the water and slowly sinking all of its many legs waving at will. The bass the pied directly. Result in a strike and then winching rule out the herbarium and exactly 5 seconds later I triumphantly drops.
And it's the jig rather than Morpion Nesta of flying in his direction soon. The lure continues its path in the water and slowly sinking all of its many legs waving at will. The bass the pied directly. Result in a strike and then winching rule out the herbarium and exactly 5 seconds later I triumphantly drops.
The Morpion of Nesta's it. This is a creation Bricoleurre. Nothing to say it takes a fish, it behaves very well in weightless (basically it floats, the weight of the hook which sent down slowly) and of course Texas. And what pride do a pretty fish with a lure home-made!
Next test planned for late November on the Barramundi.
Next test planned for late November on the Barramundi.
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