Yeah. It was that kind of day. Had what would've been a solid limit in the first 15 or so minutes. Chatterbait and swimjig along the outside of the weedline. Picked up a few strays after that and fishing really slowed down. Went exploring and picked up a nice kicker fish of about 4 lbs. Started hammering the fish on frogs. Found that when I'd find one.... there'd be 3 or 4 more close by. After a an hour or so on that pattern, I headed for the refuge. Here's where it got good. Found some bluegill beds that were active. And the bass were just smashing them..... constantly. I had two beds that were about 100 feet apart. I could pick up three or four quality fish then move on to the next. Three or four quality fish there and then back and forth. These little spots would reload in 20 minutes or so. Just awesome. Just popping a frog across the beds would be all I needed. And then came the kicker. Chucked a frog up to the side of one of the beds when a BEAUTY pounced on it. And by pounced, I mean pounced. Out of the water and on to the top of the frog. No scale (dead batteries) but I'd guess 5 to 5.5 lbs. My largest there as of yet. Well.... except for me. After nearly 30 years of bass fishing... I finally buried a hook in myself. Yanked a swimjig free of a snag and it came back at with me with a vengeance. I swear I heard the hook hit bone. But the fishing was too good so I just yanked it out
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