So kept pitching - kept ending up with heavy line. But they weren't snags - snags don't swim sideways and jump! Stepped up to some teen sized bass .
Had a spot where river connects to back water, and it seemed to have drawn in a school of smallmouths at the mouth. So I kept hooking up, lost a number, caught a number more. Stepped up to a chunky 13, then a hunky 14, and the climax fish was a beefy 15 incher!
Though I had one hookup that took up - some line, and ran ran. You'd think an older more mature fish would know to hang onto that snack! But he spit it back at me.
Pretty sure they were all smallmouths. Took one shot with the mouth closed.
The mepps was on fire - kept thinking I should change up to something else, then - badabing - a crappie, nice one. Got a few more mixed in with the bass. Couple dinks, but a few decent ones.
Tried to focus on my second rod, and - as expected - if I'd pay attention - I see the tap tap bites. But they were being very clever, and keeping my hooks clean. I did hook up a couple, and was pleased to find it was young channels messing with me, not mudcats!
The moon came up, the bugs came out, and I bugged out. Nice productive afternoon after work. I didn't give them names, but probably pulled in about 30 fish, and missed a bunch more feeble attempts.