07-06-2010, 09:00 AM
Twelve o'clock the night of this country's birthdate2010, somewhere in the dark depths of Wolftiver SETHAVELLIE and I glide into urban largemouth bass territory. With the fireworks still booming, the sparks still flying, and the smell of freshly spent gunpowder in the air I see my partner lean back into one like he was being dipped by Fred Astaire. Watching someone do battle with a fish under fireworks is pretty interesting. "It's like a bass rave up in here!" Seth landed the most with three keepers and I took big fish as my only contribution was the same length but more of a fatty-boom-bah-latty. Fourth of July night fishing, yeah, mark me down for next year America!