Nightmares

THE MONSTER BASS CHRONICLES

Small Pool

At first, I stayed close.

Shallow water.

Easy casts.

Sunfish flicker.

Bluegills flash.

Then—

“Oh my God… there’s a monster bass.”

It didn’t move like the others.

It held.

Watching.

Hilltop

Deeper now.

Clear water.

I let the jig fall—

Slow.

Controlled.

Two shapes rise.

Massive.

One strikes—

violent, immediate.

No hesitation.

Perfect predator.

The other lingers.

Still.

Watching.

Open Channel

Further out.

Less control.

Something hits—

Hard.

The rod is gone.

I’m in the water before I think.

Cold.

I grab it back.

(Not my finest moment.)

Then—

The line snaps.

Clean.

Gone.

The mother of them all.

Epic Showdown

The water settles.

Not completely.

Something still moves beneath it—

Not seen—

but known.