 The Hill
Hit the Hill for what looked and felt like it should have been a great evening of casting. The casting was great, but there were NO fish to be had for anyone. I should have turned around when the security man at the top of the road asked if had any dynamite with me. It was so bad that by 8:00 there were was only 1 guy left on the rocks. And to make it worse, my buddy was off the Hill in a boat and told me this morning that 'thousands of bass moved in in waves for about 45 minutes right at dark.' Wish he had sent some toward the shore. |