Took a fellow named Jmax out today to do some bass fishing. First thing the poor guy noticed was the dead skipjack smell wafting from the front end of the boat. Then he was assaulted by the catfish slime stink from the carpet in the middle of the boat. Then he caught a whiff of the shad tank sitting nest to him! To us bait fishermen, this is the sweet smell of success. As for those artificial-throwin' fellas like Jmax (and my wife), well, they have a somewhat different take on the subject. Once his eyes quit watering we filled up the shad tank and got to fishing. Well, he had this suitcase with him full of lures (I think it was on wheels) and we each began to fish using our own favorite methods. Mine involved a dip net and a shad tank. His involved whatever it was he had in his suitcase and seemed to require a lot of lure changing. Now, there were a considerable number of bass being hauled in (in front), meanwhile the guy in the back was getting a good case of red butt (and face). Being polite, I kinda ignored the muttering in the back until I heard that suitcase slam shut and somebody start swishing around in the shad tank. Next thing I knew I had a new live bait convert telling me we were out of shad already and we needed to get more! I have to give Jmax credit - he kept trying to go back to artificials, but his heart wasn't in it and he kept changing back to shad. For the first few bass he'd say "hey, a 2 1/2 pounder! Good fish!". By the end of the day he was saying " naw, it's only a three" as he flipped another one overboard. We quit after 5 hours and 60 or 70 bass boated. Biggest was 4-2 (front of the boat) and we had a handful pushing 4 pounds, lots of 3's. The back of the boat also managed blue and channel cats and a white bass or two. Fun (and funny) day! We laughed our butts off and had a great time!