Without hesitation the talented bass angler quickly swept his rod to the side and drove the steel hook deep into the jaw of a hungry largemouth bass. The lunker bass fought like a demon, but was quickly subdued, admired and released by the expert angler.
The opening could be seen through the trees as I eased toward the food plot. When the path made a final turn, I could see the green patch ahead. I slowed down and worked my way around a huge mud hole, easing toward the end of the trail just in case deer had already made it to the food plot.
When the Mississippi Game and Fish Commission began in 1932, the Hospitality State was practically devoid of whitetails. In fact, only about 1,500 deer lived in the state, and those were located in largely inaccessible areas in the bottomlands of the major rivers.
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