It is time for my buddy Bob and my fall fishing trip. One year he takes me fly-fishing and the next I take him bass fishing. I have the redneck/mopar entourage heading to LOZ in the Niangua arm. I have my six rods rigged with a buzz bait (my cousin swears by them on LOZ – his license plate even spells out “BUZ BAT”), a tandem spinner bait, jig and pig, motor-oil rubber worm, road runner on a spinning rod and the NED rig (I must have gotten ahold of the koolaid at some point).