Ever wonder how the smallest kid at the dinner table always seems to eat the most? How do they do it? It's like they have an bottomless pit. Well, the white bass on Beaver Lake in Northwest Arkansas have that same attitude. They will try to eat anything that looks like a quick, easy meal. That includes a 6-inch Cotton Cordell Pencil Popper in Chrome/Black. The splashing and walking action of the Pencil Popper draws vicious strikes from striped bass and any bass with an attitude.
Back and forth, back and forth, man I am walking back to the boat as fast as I can. Suddenly, out of nowhere a dark shadow appears under me. My pace quickens, at this point I’m bobbing and weaving so fast nothing could catch me. My trail on the lakes surface lay behind me and the boats refuge only yards away. Hastily, I pause for just a split second, than begin weaving back and forth to safety. Unfortunately, in my rush I forgot about the mysterious shadow below me and now scores of shadows are below me. They are zipping around me like submarines, waiting for just the right moment to attack.
There are some anglers who like to tinker with lures; pouring and painting their own jig heads or making spinnerbait skirts. On the other hand, there are anglers who push the envelope... they are infatuated with making the perfect crankbait or topwater lure. In addition to giving every one of their baits a custom paint finish before using it. Mike Vann, owner of Vanndalizer Custom Tackle, has been infatuated with lure design, building, and doing custom paint finishes for over 20 years. His degree in mechanical design has only enhanced his ability to produce works of art that anglers can fish with.
Jennifer Wiegmann casts, engages her reel, and begins the rhythmic walking-the-dog cadence. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, Ka-Boom! A 25 ½-pound striper explodes on her topwater lure in water only 6 feet of water. The striper takes off with Jennifer’s topwater lure searching for deep-water statuary to hide in. Her rod bends, the line strips off the reel but she holds onto the rod. The striper runs, struggling for his freedom and surfaces with a loud splash trying to escape. Finally, the striper surrenders and into my waiting hands.
“Are you going to eat that?” I ask my large mouth buddy. “No, my doctor told me to cut down on prey with high cholesterol,” he replied. I turned towards the meal; it had stopped, just sitting there suspended and without warning it started moving away quickly. Without thinking, I swim towards it and swallow it. Ouch! What is that? The next thing I know I am being swung into a bass boat and thrown into a small dark box. What was I thinking? I know this water taxi driver is taking me to have my picture taken with him. If I could only resist that Mc Stick this would not happen.
For anglers who do not know, Spro Corp. has teamed up with Bassmaster Elite professional angler Mike McClelland to design a jerkbait. McClelland, who lives in Bella Vista, Arkansas, began his career fishing tournaments in the deep, clear reservoir like Table Rock Lake and Beaver Lake.
"Get on the bus would you, we're going to be late for school!" yelled Spot. "I really do not feel like going today, I'm thinking of staying home," replied Largemouth, "besides, I already ate a big breakfast; hmmm, nothing tastes better than a crawdad early in the morning." That fact was obvious to Spot; he could still see the crawdad tentacles sticking out of Largemouth's chops. "Okay, well I'm leaving without you, I have a lot of other friends and they know where this group of shad is hanging out, so se...,"
How do they do it? It's like they have an bottomless pit. Well, the white bass on Beaver Lake in Northwest Arkansas have that same attitude. They will try to eat anything that looks like a quick, easy meal. That includes a 6-inch Cotton Cordell Pencil Popper in Chrome/Black. The splashing and walking action of the Pencil Popper draws vicious strikes from striped bass and any bass with an attitude. 
Back and forth, back and forth, man I am walking back to the boat as fast as I can. Suddenly, out of nowhere a dark shadow appears under me. My pace quickens, at this point I’m bobbing and weaving so fast nothing could catch me. My trail on the lakes surface lay behind me and the boats refuge only yards away. Hastily, I pause for just a split second, than begin weaving back and forth to safety. Unfortunately, in my rush I forgot about the mysterious shadow below me and now scores of shadows are below me. They are zipping around me like submarines, waiting for just the right moment to attack.
