On my second trip since turkey season, Hal and I went to the Garhole with fishing starting around 7:30. Still a little rusty, I had a pretty bumbling start, while Hal caught a few fish to start off. We had a few topwater bites but it was evident that the fish really were not too keen on the topwater bite. Plastics were best but Hal had a small swimbait on a spinning rod that he could skip under green bushes that was effective. I caught a grinner on a topwater after it hit at Hal’s bait and missed. I “saved his place for him” , as Mack would say, by immediately casting to the spot. Most of the fish caught were near the bank in the shade and on some sort of plastic. As the day went on my fishing improved somewhat. As we went in to retrieve a snagged bait near an old boat rack of mine that floated off during high water, four two pounders came out from under it and one caught a small bream three feet in front of the boat. I dropped my plastic right in and caught one of them. Tried for another but too much activity had made them shy. Not long thereafter, I had a good bite, and upon hookset, the fish made a line singing run to deeper water just as big fish do. Alas it was big alright, but a catfish, and not that big, 3 pounds. After noon clouds began to appear and we began to cast a wary glance at the weather since we went to the hole in the jeep and the top was not up. We continued to fish until we heard some thunder, which is usually too late. I took Hal to his vehicle and almost made it back to the house before it really started to rain. We ended up with 20 Bass and coFOD’s at 4 3/4 pounds each.