Your darkest day is only 24 hours long.  Fishing, for me,  started to change today for the better.  I hit the water at 4:10 and by 6:10 31 bass had made it in the boat. They fell for a DT – 6,  an X-Rap, a 300 Bandit, but most for some sort of “found” Bomber crankbait (EDIT: It is a Rebel Deep Crank R ). The fish finally broke the front hooks off of the Bomber ?? and that’s when I switched to the other three.  I had a 4 – 0 coming to the boat and it had two about the same size escorting it and trying to take the bait out of its mouth. Exciting stuff ! Multiple times there were escorts. Caught a double once but they were small. I was fishing along the bank and heard a commotion in open water behind me.  Upon a cast in that direction out came a 2 1/2 pounder which had been cruising out in the open.  Most bass do not have much for teeth but two today had as many as I’ve ever seen. One happened to be the FOD at 4 – 12. Just as I grabbed it and started to lift it into the boat it shook  and decimated my thumb. It’s still burning from the antibiotic.  There was another one too that had some grinner style teeth. That may be exaggerating a little, but not much. I quit about 7:30 and ended with 45 bass, 3 of which were over 4, and 5 more that were from 3 -14 down to 3.  The trip took place in a private hole that by the rules I’m not supposed to give a name.  I used my garhole boat for the first time since the flood.  Mickey and I plan to go back tomorrow for a rematch.