By Tim Tucker
BASSMASTER Magazine, July/August 2005

Wednesday, July 6, 2005

It was a day when even the lizards were gasping for breath. Sweat pours from beneath the bill of Robert Hamilton's cap, which frames a face becoming increasingly crimson despite a liberal coating of sunscreen, as he laboriously winches a deep diving crank while standing on the front deck of his Triton. There is a war going on between the Mississippi heat and the famous Deep South humidity. The surface of Ross Barnett Reservoir is tabletop slick, not a hint of breeze on this August morning. Th ...

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