So you're out there in the morning.The sun is just starting to peek over the edge of the mountain to your east.

  There's a little pool near the river bank  where the water is really still.There's a line of rocks that run at maybe a 20 degree angle,actually angling into it while you're angling.

  It was probably built by Indians hundreds of years ago as a fish trap.

 As you contemplate that, you suck it up, dispel with the poetry and get back to the mission - to catch the evil fish by being smarter.

 There are little foggy smoke like incantations dancing above the water.No doubt they are mere minions of the bass that lie beneath, clearly on a mission to distract you from your purpose.

  You cast your topwater lure into the almost calm pool.

 Nothing.Hmm.Clearly the light refraction of the rising sun has made the sneaky little bastids go over there, under that log.

 You cast again, just about 2 inches under the overhang of the log. Wait....Wait. Now just twitch that sucker  enough to make the evil fish think about it.

 wait..................... and BAM!!!!!!!

  
Then a few minutes later you and that evil fish have an eye to eye confrontation.

 The fish knows he is defeated, why prolong his suffering?

 Yep, back into the water you go, you evil fish bastid. And if we ever meet again- I'll be using 6 pound test line.