After seein snow come to this area of the country I figured my days on the water had come to an end. I was wrong. Yesterday was 66* and sunny, after temps almost 20* lower about the whole week. So I went fishing. Got to the pond I frequent and start pullin' out a spinning rig with a weightless craw orange trick stick when a guy mowin the banks shouted "There's a big bass over here!!". I head over that direction as he putts off on his lawn mower, thoughts of seein a decent bass floating on top of the water or having been scared off by the lawn mower. I was wrong.There, not five yards off shore, swam a decent bass. I couldn't believe it. I ran back to the vehicle, grabbed a 5'6'' baitcasting rig, shove some plastics in a pocket, and take off to where the fish was. Getting there I try the weightless trick stick, but hes not interested. I take that off, and wacky rig a watermelon/ pearl trick stick. I got him real interested by violently shaking it on the bottom, but the stupid exposed 3/0 gammy worm hook catches weeds, and he kinda catches on and backs away. Well I start thinking. This bass likes wiggle, but I need weedless.................. So I put a Baby brush hog on a 1/8 oz jighead that has a large hook. I leave the hook exposed, hoping it will stay above the layer of scum on the bottom. When I get back to this fish, I come up on the right of him, and hes lookin away from me. Perfect. My first cast lands behind him, in slightly deeper water, but I can see everything. I hopped the brush hog off the bottom twice, and that bass swapped ends and sucked that thing in faster than I can tell you. I waited a second, more out of surprise at how quickly and eagerly he took that thing than anything else, then my body kicks into auto pilot, and I reel down and that rod of mine bows up nice and tight. FISH ON!!! Well, I'm used to 7' rods, so a 5'6" is a bit of a change. So here I am, crouched on the bank, not being able to put the rod tip down much further, with a hyperactive bass at the other end. I start moving as fast as I can while crouching, doin' my best to keep this fish down.He jumps once, boils a couple of times, and then comes up again. At this point, I had "notified" my fishing buddy on the other side of the pond that I'd hooked this fish. Well, thee fish gets his head out, and I start waddlin as fast as I can. Kind of trying to run with your knees tied round your neck. I managed to keep the fish from comin any further out, and just waddle into a standing position, all this time fighting the fish and moving down along the bank. Then I swung that thing right outta the water, and lipped 'em. Soon as I touched the jig head in his mouth, it just fell out. And no, I didn't rip a whole in his mouth, I just didn't hook him in any soft are. Stupid thing was hooked in the boniest, toughest part of his mouth. I showed the guy, who was still mowing', and then toss 'em back. One of the weirdest trips in along time. and though he didn't say a thing, I'm sure my buddy had a bit of a laugh at my waddle. Hey, I out fished 'em. It was worth it. LOL. The fish was right round 16 1/2-17inches. Good for the pond I was fishing.