Such was the case a week or so ago in Arkansas. Storms were rolling through the area, and rivers were swelling and turning chocolatey. A little lake with public access beside the highway I was traveling caught my eye, and the rain had paused for the moment. I decided to stop and walk the bank a bit, toting nothing to the water but a single rod and the lure that was already tied to the line.
Nothing happened for the first 10 minutes, and I wasn't far from turning back toward the car when I saw a flash behind my lure at the end of a presentation. I repeated the cast, and sure enough the fish swiped again and this time connected. I only caught that one bass, and it wasn't very large, but in my mind one is far better than none, and it certainly justified a quick stop to make a few casts from an unfamiliar stretch of bank!
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