A Warrior Finally at Rest


I bought my first Megabass Vision 110 when they started to make a name for themselves at Table Rock and Beaver Lake, but were not yet known in many other places in the US. They certainly weren't available in tackle stores from coast to coast, and ardent acquirers were paying up to a hundred clams to get one in one of the "right" colors. 

I bought it in an online auction for more than I was comfortable paying, and it lived up to the hype, serving me well and easily earning its heavy price tag over the next decade or so.

I've toted it down to Mexico a number of times, but as I stuffed it into a tackle box before my last trip I paused for a moment. The only thing new about it was the hooks. The belly paint was worn away. The sides were roughed up from being banged off rocks and trees, as well as the sandpaper-rough mouths of hundreds of bass. The bill had been ground down on a thousand lake bottoms.

I was tempted to retire it then and there. There's a part of me that likes pulling out a fresh lure, but deep down my preference is to continue to employ the proven ones. Outdoor writer Rob Newell once wrote about what he termed "warriors" -- the pros' battle-scarred lures that had been responsible for thousands or tens of thousands of dollars in winnings, the ones that only come out on tournament day. I couldn't let this one hang it up without one more trip.

On Day One at El Salto, it once again got the job done. We settled into an easy cadence, boated some fish, retied a few times, and then went out at it again the next day. Partway through the morning, I cast it out and it would no longer dive. The bill, at long last, had been sacrificed to the fish gods. Time to get a new one. Or two. Meanwhile, this one has no use at all, but I can't bring myself to throw it away.