Crushing ’Em On A Candy Corn Worm
O’Neal Lake was a training ground. The modest impoundment in Tennessee’s Hatchie National Wildlife Refuge has everything young bass anglers need to hone their skills: standing timber, pad fields, submerged grass, beaver lodges and well-defined, deep trenches. My dad was a master of them all. And over the years, he mastered an almost foolproof pattern on the lake that we used to dominate countless local fishing tournaments and boat bass for just plain fun.
If you read the front of this book, you know by now that my father, Joe Sills, passed away this year from COVID-19. He was a legendary local angler in the mid-South and a former state youth director for B.A.S.S. Graciously, the editors at have seen fit to allow this month’s pattern to come straight from his playbook.
