Ol’ Rod has met his match! His carefully orchestrated and scripted existence- Enter Tournament- trash talk the competition- catch most fish- trash talk some more- promote the Rod Bassy Killer®- move on to next tournament- repeat, is slowly being unraveled by this seemingly unflappable (some would say obtuse) nature writer named Trail.
“Oh, yeah… I heard of you…”
You’ll wish you never had, Rod…
INSIDE my VAN? Are you SERIOUS? The Rod Bassy PLEASURE MOBILE? Do you think maybe he’s hiding something? I am still betting on freeze-dried fish that he produces just in time for weigh-in… But again, where’s RUSTY? Must be with Bluegill. And we’ve yet to meet Bassy’s Hench-man ‘Catfish…’ Do you suppose he’s called that because he lives underwater and chases fish into Rod’s boat? The possibilities are endless!