Well, the big bass classic is over, and no money for 08.  I did manage to hook one about 3-4 foot long, but it escaped despite all my heroic efforts to land it.  It was a rather intellectually impaired beast, as it chased my boat, and my other frog dangling off the edge of the Mighty Ranger after breaking my 60 pound test spiderwire, as if it were a whisper of silk, taking with it my Wiggle Wog.   The photo attached is a picture taken as I bravely held my camera phone, 1 foot from the beasts mouth, as it savagely attempted to devour both my hand and my phone.  Due to constant urging of my partner Steve, (who was cowering on top of my motor in mortal fear, I might add), we left the area due to this savage reptiles aggressive behavior, and Steves fear I might attempt to net it and bring it in the boat.  (This thought did cross my mind, but my sense of reasoning finally prevailed).  The demon of the deep finally expelled my Wiggle Wog from its death like vise, and all was right in Post Lake.  All except me being short one frog bait.  There's always next year.