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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

Photo Contest Submit your favorite photos or video clips for a chance to guest fish on the television series “Simply Fishing” Simply Fishing Magazine .com is offering two Trips for the upcoming 2009 Season. Best Photo Winner & Best Video Clip So get your cameras cleaned and charged. The chance of a lifetime For details simply follow the link, no purchase necessary. ity. We have witnessed this over the years with virtually every species we have caught. That was part of the reason I had explained to Jack the probable period of activity on our last spot. However, as any angler worth their rod and reel will tell you, you can almost always expect a second, even more predictable flurry of activity just before sunset. It was with this in mind that I instructed Fermin to return to our big fish spot about thirty minutes before dark. Again we approached the area slowly and quietly. I was expecting our bigger fish to have moved even shallower, possibly in the tree tops. As we approached, we started to present our baits. Jack changed to a chugger, and I continued with my Rattle Trap. On my third or fourth cast, my retrieve was interrupted and I was again hanging on. This monster broke water and was in the air in seconds. She was about 10 to 12 pounds and totally in control. The battle At El-Salto you can... Fish bass in the moring, shoot clays in the afternoon and then back to the bass until sunset. “Ay Caramba, Mui Grande Lumbino!” El-Salto Bass Continued on page 64