The Night Shift
It’s night It’s dark. It’s quiet. A gentle breeze is blowing from the southwest. You’re casting a good stick bait, likely a Rogue, not really paying attention and then WHAM, you’re holding on to that rod for dear life. Your drag starts smoking while 150 yards of line is stripped off your spool and the only thing you can think is “Did I tie a good knot?” That’s “The Night Shift on Norfork Lake!”
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