A whopper, ain't she. I was just getting ready to put this back into storage so it wouldn't get damaged and thought to take a picture of it. Caught this
smallmouth three or four years ago while fishing in Wisconsin. My brother was in the boat at the time - he had caught a monster a few years prior and I had to shove his eyeballs back in his head when he spied this one. 7 pounds. Can't recall the length. Trophy. Mounted. Done deal. Biggest
smallie any of the guys in our fishing party had ever seen.
That's my cell phone - for a better perspective. Eat your heart out Babe Winkelman.
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