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a previous angler. Upon removing the hook, I couldn’t help but notice how light the line was. I doubt it was even 15 lb. test. Again, this offered even more testimony on the need for appropriate gear. But wouldn’t you like to have been at the table for that story about the one that got away? Well, everything has its reason for happening. We closed our first day with yet another very big bass and were off to the dinner table. At dinner, it was obvious that everyone was on big bass. We had only one problem - Lago El Salto had permanently claimed many of our better lures. Well, it looked to me like it was time to check out the camp’s tackle shop again, and after another brief shopping spree, we chose partners and prepared ourselves for day two on Lago El Salto. Morning greeted us with yet another picture perfect day, with light clouds, very slight winds, and expected high temps in the low 80s. It wasn’t long after meeting Fermin at the boat that my new fishing partner Jack Sushay and I were off. Our approach was very much like our first day - we chose to hit points and small pockets as we entered what seemed to be probable spawning areas. Our lure choices were also for the most part unchanged. However, we didn’t venture into the backs of the coves at all. We concentrated only on the transition areas. Without a locator it was hard to judge the actual depth of the water and exactly how steep these areas were. Nonetheless, they were holding bass and we were catching them. Jack stuck with a surface chugger for most of the morning, as I continued to change out lure groups. At noon we really hadn’t caught any large bass. Although we had six in the boat, our largest was only five pounds. After lunch and a few rounds of skeet shooting, we were off again. Our first stop was a vertical wall, with shade and what seemed to be very deep water. Although I thought the area looked good and had potential, it failed to yield any big bass. We continued to seek out these shaded areas with much the same results - no big bass. At about 2:30 pm, Jack, Fermin and I found ourselves on the inside turn of a land mass connecting a small point to the main shore. Our first approach was deep diving cranks. I chose a Poe’s 400 Plus and went to work. After a few casts I was witness to a very large bass following my crankbait. Because I had been making occasional contact with submerged objects and not the bass, I opted to change out to a 1 oz. Rattle Trap. I also instructed Jack to make the same change. Within only a few casts, both Jack and I were hooked up. This was to be the start of some of

the most incredible big bass action I had ever witnessed. The second I indicated I had hooked up, I heard an echo from the front of the boat, and Jack was also into a big bass. My fish stayed deep for only a few seconds, and then it was one big bass trick after another. This fish was incredible. It did everything one would expect, except get away. After about three very powerful jumps, combined with a few serious attempts to break me off in the submerged trees, she was in the net, and mine. However, I still had another set of problems. You see, Jack had never caught a big bass, at least until this one. I instructed Jack to stay calm (which, by the way, was hard even for me), work the fish toward the boat, and let me hand grab her. Jack’s fish was nothing short of incredible as well. Although I may not recall all the antics she displayed as well as Jack might, I will tell you this, when I went to grab her I was shocked at her size. These fish were huge! After a brief photo session, they were released to fight again. We continued to cast the area with our Rattle Traps, experiencing great success. Jack was soon into another incredible bass. However, this time I was not hooked up, and could enjoy the action of the fight along with him. His second bass was soon in the boat, and we were into yet another photo session. Three over eight pounds in ten minutes - not bad! Within three or four casts I was into my second big fish as well. She was in the air in seconds and I returned my lure to the boat empty. I couldn’t help but laugh when I examined my Rattle Trap. She had taken the back set of trebles and totally straightened them. Folks, that was another very big fish! All in all, this was the third time I had hooks straightened out on this trip. While I worked on repairing my hooks, Jack proceeded to hook up on yet another monster. That’s right, Jack was into another eight pound plus bass and was not about to let go. After a few minutes of the same incredibly powerful fight demonstrated by his previous fish, she was also in the boat. Upon hooking the first fish, I advised Jack that if we could find a school of big girls, our action would be brief, maybe an hour or so. Truer words were never spoken. About forty minutes after this incredible action started, it ended as I jumped and missed our last truly big fish. We continued to fish the area but were only rewarded with a few smaller bass. The party was over. We decided to continue our search for yet another school and we were off. Fermin took us to a place that slightly resembled the area we had just left, and we continued to fish. It was now about 4:00 pm and we were struggling to catch even small bass. I guess you could say our previous action spoiled us. The truth is that everything in nature moves in small windows or periods of activ