An Evening Bass
It was a nice little lake cove with clear water, and a little stream flowing in at the end. That little tributary would be very low most years, by this time in the summer. And most years, there wouldn’t be any green trees and shrubs in the water. But it looked to be a good place to fish a topwater lure, late in the evening, and I meant to try it. There was a nice little rock cliff not far away, some timber sticking up out of the water nearby, and no one there but me.
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