When Male “Karens” Clash with K9 Tornado Warnings: A Surprising Twist Unveiled
Male “Karens”
On Friday last week, I went fishing with a friend from church. We usually cross over into Alabama, and launch from a boat ramp on the Tennessee River. The area we fish offers several nice, grassy areas, rocky shorelines, and even a cove with a natural spring running into it.
On this particular day, we were going for bass, starting out in the morning with topwater poppers and buzzbaits. Later, as it warmed up, we went for Texas-rigged plastic worms so we could try to coax some monster fish out of the grass and weeds. But, we just kept catching non-keepers. After lunch and a few more attempts at dancing our worms over some lilly pads, my friend decided to change things up. It was his boat so I was game for whatever he wanted to do.
