...And it's me! I can't say I look exactly like this peach on the left but there is certainly plenty o' sex in my violence...and I don't wear a mask unless I've been on a deep dive with one of those hosehounds I introduced Tiger and Jesse James to a few years ago. I was just tryin' to shake 'em, you know. Hoes get old and I've always got a fresh erection for my next selection. Hector? Dumpster? Mantis? Moose? I got hoes on the loose so build up the juice and regurgitate on this blog more often.

Big BASS-TERD.

This is my boy, Kevin Range, with a big ole bass. This 9 pounder was caught effortlessly at a secret spot somewhere in America. We simply dropped a piece of bread on a #8 hook and yanked out a little bluegill. Then we dropped ole bluegie down in front of this monster. As soon as he started chasin', Kev dropped the bail and let him run for a bit. Then he had to step aside the bridge and reel him in from the bank. This was one true "lazy-man's" fishin' trip. This took all of 7 minutes.