I remember years ago, as a boy, wading at Potato Creek State park for bass. I was up to belly deep in muck bottom and back in the sticks. I saw a chipmunk crawl out on a log floating from the shore and onto the water. At the end of the log was an acorn he was after. You could tell he was nervous as he staggered out on the log. He would run half way, then scurry back. He finally reached the acorn and from out of nowhere a large mouth bass hit the log and knocked the acorn and chipmunk into the water. The chipmunk started to swim for shore as fast as his little legs could take him. All of a sudden the bass swallowed the chipmunk and the event was over….
A few minutes later I saw the bass come back to the surface and place the acorn on the end of the log again***
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Originally Posted by redhawkfish
