After starting in another hole and catching only two in about 30 minutes, I was going to the “L” hole again.  The double hole was on the way and I had some intelligence that the bass had been hitting against the bank late in the afternoon. No one had been fishing there for bass because there was too much moss. Sounded like Ribbit country to me. When I got there it looked like Beaverdam jr., except there were no cypress trees. It had lots of duckweed that was flowing with the wind.  Checking it out, I made a few casts from the bank. Three bites and caught one, all small. Just like the experience at the “L” hole, that sucked me in.

If there were as many small bass in the hole as I thought, some were coming home for supper.  The flowing moss determined where the fish were. They mostly were on the moss edges or close to them.  The fish were not shy about biting but they were so small they had trouble getting the Ribbit hook in their mouth.  A few larger bass were present. A couple of two pounders hit just about the time I had convinced myself that none were present. Then a 3 1/4 blasted the Ribbit.

Later the 3 – 9 FOD blasted it right in the middle of a treetop. After I set the hook, the fish was immediately around a limb and sawing my 12 # Vicious flurocarbon. I paddled over and got right on top of the fish and it came off the limb and made for open water. The line held, but after I got the fish in the boat I had to cut off 8 feet of line that was scarred.  That Vicious is good stuff. I ended up with 28, 13 of which made it home with me and with Willie for supper.

While checking on a bow hunting place I found this Luna Moth dead, just lying on the floor of the woods. There are many neat and beautiful things in Nature if we’ll just look.