If you have been following my articles over the past year you have probably noticed that the allure of catching a trophy bass from the suds is a passion that burns within me. Hours upon hours of casting and retrieving are quickly forgotten when my longrod pretzels over and my line begins to scream to the east. I long for having my korkers on the rocks or riding the sands with my beach buggy in search of that date with destiny. But when November rolls around I know that limiting myself to these landlocked locations is to reduce my chances of hooking into a real trophy. November sheds a whole new light on the subject as dropping water temperatures and migrating bait have set the wheels in motion for our annual migration of big bass.