Night fishing under a full moon around here is typically a recipe for hurt feelings. I refuse to be seen blubbering uncontrollably in public, so I'll usually find something else to do, but last night was different because of the cold front that landed on us. Sometimes odd combinations of historically unfavorable elements mix to produce favorable outcomes, so I decided to give it a whirl. By some miracle, the bucketeers were wrapping it up just as I got there, and I had the entire place to myself for once.
Just as expected topwater wasn't happening even a little bit, but I got plenty of soft nips and bumps dragging the bottom. The rattle augmented swimbait-hook rigged black and blue Zman Pro CrawZ concoction continues to get their attention, but I could get none to commit. Then a band of puffy clouds moved through and temporarily softened the moon's electric white glow, and they decided to eat. This was short-lived though and, as if a light switch had been thrown, the hard bite evaporated instantly once the clouds blew away, so I called it a win and boogied.