Put in at the Garhole this morning at 5:45 which was about 30 minutes late. Since there is a good bit of moss around the bank with coontail underneath, the plan was to concentrate on the moss with a Ribbit.  I weeded out the pocket of my tackle bag that holds my plastics the other day and I remembered  that I had a bag of 10 Ribbits in there somewhere.  The usual Ribbit rod for me is a 7 foot medium action with a Shimano spinning reel and 20 pound braid, but this morning since that rod had been relegated to be used as a worm rod,  I used a 7 foot medium with a Citica and 14 pound flurocarbon.  Casting without backlashing was the only issue that worried me. On the first cast out into the middle to make sure the settings were right, I had a bite and was so surprised I didn’t even set the hook.  With that start, I started casting out to the middle where there was scattered floating moss. This one with a sunken stomach was the first one I caught.

They were out prowling in the open and I caught a good many there. All were in the two to three pound range. It seemed strange to be throwing a topwater Ribbit frog in 37 feet of water and catching fish to boot. I went to a part of the hole that is shallower, 5 to 8 feet. There the duckweed was being blown around and the fish were following it  so they could stay in the shade. Under the water coming to within a couple of feet of the top were coontail castles of moss.  The fish today weren’t messing around. There was no airballing, no hitting and missing, or no following up. When the bass hit today they had one thing on their mind — FROGLEGS ! They were blasting it.  I caught 20 on the 10 Ribbits, and after the last one had been ruined, I thought about how stupid it was to have 300 at home and no more than 10 in the boat. On one more check of the tacklebag I found a bag and 1/2. Game back on. I think the FOD, 4 – 5, got the last of the first bag. You can see the moss in the background.

I went on to catch 31 by 12:30, each one an a Ribbit.