Well, this morning reminded me a day last fall where I managed to catch some fish, but never managed to find their pulse. I caught 25 total, all on a Dobyns spinnerbait with an orange Mayor and my Yo-Zuri popper, but nothing over 18 inches and eight of them came in two flurries. The first flurry happened when I was paddling across a rocky flat and a couple bass bolted from two reeds.
"Hmmm," I thought, "so that's where you hang."
So, I cast my popper to five other tiny stands of reeds and caught five smallies.
The other flurry happened when I was paddling back and saw two loons diving and diving.
"Hmmm," I thought, "bait."
Yep, I hooked four lmb in four casts, but only landed three, each about 17 inches, all on the spinnerbait.
All my other bass came here and there. No pattern, no pulse.
My stupid, old camera stopped working (AGAIN!), so I used my cell phone, which takes much better photos. See?
Then the Sun rose.
To take a photo, I had to remove my cell phone from its waterproof pouch, rouse it, and then shoot, all while the bass was drowning in air, so I only took two bass pics, the first a typical fat bass and the second, a longer, skinny one that I caught in weeds.
^See^ my stupid, old camera? I shouldn't complain. I've used it for about 35 years. However, it is a slacker compared to my bike, which I've ridden for 53 years.