Last Chance

Football is back. The Detroit Tigers are talking about a playoff run. Even the Lions have a winning record. OK so they’re 1-0. That’s good enough for me.

Summer is almost done.

My brain is sizzling just thinking about duck blinds, ammo, new waders, gear for Zeus, decoys or Fantasy Football. Bad news for fowl. Good news for bass. Pretty soon they’ll get a break from my wide-gap hooks and viscous crankbaits.

But we had to hassle those largemouths one last time before the leaves turn. Cool evenings and hot afternoons kept the water warm in late August making big bass like this one aggressive as hell. She walloped a rubber frog off a lillypad in about 3 feet of water.

Hawg on a Frog

Labor Day weekend the fishing slowed down so my brother and I tried a cast-n-blast. Texas rigged rubber worms passed the time as we waited for a flock of early season Canada Geese to fly over.

1 of 2

Jim landed a double header. Two bass in two consecutive casts. The kid was on fire.

2 of 2

The geese didn’t cooperate. But the late summer sunset gave us something to remember.

Sundown. Bass Better Take Care.

The next day was windy and rainy. The geese weren’t moving but the bass were still hungry. Erika wanted a shot at a bass. On the first cast she landed this fat-bellied fish.

Wifey puts 'em in the Net

I’m sure I’ll look back at these pics when it’s snowing sideways and an 8″ hole in the ice provides my only chance at setting a hook. But right now summer can’t leave fast enough.