Looking back to February, 2013 fishing on Lake Rousseau. One of the things I wanted to do in 2013 was catch a “big bass”. My definition of a big bass was one that weighed at least eight pounds.
On my first fishing trip of the year with my dad I caught a six pounder, not enough to meet my goal. Then about four weeks later, John and I went out on a cold morning in February and on the last shiner of the day, I reeled in this big bass. Weighing in at exactly eight pounds, it met my goal.
Unfortunately, I haven’t caught another big one since. That may be because I’d rather fish on warmer days, but the big ones seem to be biting on the days when I remain wrapped in blankets in the warmth of my bed. Guess I need to get out on a cold day so I can beat my record.