Our late summer smallmouth bass reprieve rolls on Local Knowledge I’ve milked some valuable beta from stool-weights at roadside dive bars. The formula is simple: spot a rosy grog blossom beneath a camo cap, buy the chap a drink, and lend an ear to slurry directions leading to local fish and game hot spots. The inside scoop can also be attained at the local fly shop (for the price of a few bugs) and you can skip the hangover. I opted for the latter option on this solo excursion across the “Bronzeback Byway”, a road that I had mapped out from Montana to the Upper Midwest. At a hard core fishing store in a Minneapolis suburb, a shop clerk, who…