Rampage 34
It was an iffy spot. There was no sign proclaiming “Live Bait For Sale” and no structure I’d rightfully call a dock. Just an old guy in a big straw hat, a blue work shirt, and jeans (with a red bandana hanging out) standing on a patch of dirt and waving me in off the ICW. “Okay to tie up?” I yelled from the upper station of our Rampage 34 IPS prototype. Considering the buff little beauty’s