One of these days...

On a nice warm spring day when I'm not working or studying I am going to declare war on white bass. I haven't white bass fished during their spring run like I used to do for some years now and these warm spring days, with red buds blooming in the woods make me realize the need to get back to that quest.

See, white bass use up all the air in the lake. And the water. You have to get them out of there. Kinda like pulling weeds in a garden it is just something that has to be done and I'm the guy to do it. Catch the white bass, not pull the weeds.

There may be readers here that were my accomplices during the campaigns of old when many white bass were brought to the slaughter and exotic dishes such as Mexacallie White Bass were eaten by kings. Those days will be brought back again when I arm myself with the light spinning rod, the 1/16 ounce jig and enter the fray, to catch them till death itself rears its head and says no more for you and I sleep, confidant that the air and water are still there and I have done my part to make things better and have had my fun made seem noble by these stiff words.