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Written by George Kramer
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Monday, July 06, 2009 |
 I’ve always heard the South Side of Chicago was a particularly scary place to go. And I wouldn’t argue that. But when you start to read the message boards and bass fishing blogs, it sounds like the scariest place on earth must actually be Lake Mead. Really. How else would you possibly explain how otherwise reputable pros start to wobble in the knee, develop sudden skin rashes, or suffer untimely family emergencies, just about the time their U.S. Open entry fees are due? Read more...
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