“Be home by dark-thirty.” My mother used to say that when I would head out after school to bass fish in nearby ponds. It was her way of saying I should be back at our house shortly after dark. That was OK by me because those farm-pond largemouth bass usually went on a feeding spree during the magic hour just before sunset, and their feeding activity pretty much ceased when darkness fell. On a good afternoon, I’d catch a dozen or more in the hour or hour and a half I had to fish. Among them were some of the biggest largemouths I’ve caught during 40 years of bass fishing.
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