I was sitting at a stoplight in Okeechobee, Fl.,the day the first professional bass tournament of the season started. I looked at the bass rigs across the intersection from me and could count a million bucks in boats,trailers,and big brand new dually trucks pulling all of it. That was just the ones across from me. The left and right sides of the intersection had just as much money sitting there waiting for the light to turn green.
Scary how much money can get spent to outsmart a creature with a brain the size of a match head.
