Meant to be

Hattie finally landed this bass after several cast to entice it to bite. This was her personal best.

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 […]

Me and my Father Ken Sr April 7 at the Columbus pool on the Tenn Tom River