It's a long standing joke that I drive all over the Midwest chasing the mystical white bass run and I've never seen one when I get there. Last trip to Swan Creek on Bull Shoals I caught a trout during the white bass run. Never saw a one. I call it "The White Bass Run me outta gas"
I had a trout and thumb stuck to the same rebel craw. Thing wouldnāt stop flopping. I didnāt cry but tears came out of my eyes š
10 inch needle nose while they are in net.