One one of the earliest Annuals, about 1993 I think, we were camped at Beaver Lake in NW Arkansas. Its a lake known for big stripers and we’d all heard about the guides there catching them at night trolling the deep water by the dam. We did the same thing Thump and Tee Dub did in my old Strahm bomber style bass boat, went out in the wee hours to troll with a handle of Jack Daniels with us.
We survived, and it was stupid. I still do stupid stuff, but nothing inthat category any more.

BKB