Fishing Down on the Farm

How to find and fish the ultimate largemouth pond

After a pleasantly cool morning the summer sun rose high and hot. Although the fishing could surely continue, the catching probably wouldn't, so my partner and I left the pond to stew its way through the midday heat. It was 10:30 am, and we had lost count of the bass that had attacked our bugs over the last four hours. At times there seemed to be a bass for every foot of shoreline, and most were over two pounds. We caught them on the surface, we caught them eight feet down, and we caught them everywhere in-between. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.