Waiting on Moma

We pulled up to one of my limb lines, and I said, “Carter, my limb line is gone.” “What?” he replied. “My limb line is gone,” I repeated. “There it is. It was straight down,” I said. “Grab […]

My son Nick and grandson Colt Campo. Caught in a private pond and Lamar county. Colt’s first time to catch a bass.

Running lines and throwing jugs on the Rez! Catfishing is one of my favorites!