A friend and I recently found a local farm bass pond inside of town. I consider it unbelievable that I've lived my WHOLE life here and I hadnt as much caught a wiff of this place in my 29 years. Us fishermen can be tight lipped S.O.B's huh?
Getting there was a bit, ah...narsty to say the least. Making the mistake of not wearing waders, I charged through the swamp that gets you to the pond in nothing more than sandles and quick dry fishing pants. The prize of what was ahead kept me going through the decaying plant matter that smelled worse than bottled farts
Finally we arrived at this little sweet piece of water. Slow at first, as soon as the light flattened out in early evening, the laregmouth of this pond crashed our poppers without abandon.
A little feesh for Mr Jordan
We had lots of little guys crush the popper, but you had to be on your game because every once and a while, one of these street thugs would come knocking
Due to it's triple secret location, we have dubbed this place
"Location Stinky Finger"
So if you want to go, be prepared to be blindfolded, spun in circles, driven in different directions for hours, forced to listen to Celine Dion, eat nothing but dry Grape Nuts and given a Zebco Barbie rod to catch your first fish
Then you're cool.