THE DOUBLE TAP 110+1

Wrapped in a gunmetal-grey scale mesh that looks like the knurling on a stolen .45, this bait carries the pallor of a drowned man. The back is a bruised, toxic moss green, fading into a silver belly that’s seen too many barroom floors. The oversized, emerald-cold eye isn’t looking for a meal—it’s looking for a debt to collect.

​The elongated clear lip is the glass shard from a broken bottle, jagged and ready to cut deep into the water column. It’s designed to hunt in the pitch-black "dead zones" where the current is slow and the intentions are bad.

The Breakdown:

• ​The Action: It doesn't swim; it staggers. A violent, erratic jerkbait motion that looks like a drunkard trying to keep his footing before the lights go out.

• ​The Grit: The finish is distressed—matte and unpolished—giving it the look of gear pulled from a rusted locker or a shallow grave.

• ​The Aggression: This is for the "bottom-shelf" predators. It’s the bait you tie on when you’re not looking for a "sporting" catch, but for a heavyweight brawl in the weeds.