Dave caught the trip's first fish; a decent little smallmouth on a worm. I'd get the next smallie on a minnow. A better fish.
Then another again on a minnow.
Dave realized the fish were preferring minnows today and scored a nicer fish after making the switch.
I saw the copper flash of the side of the fish as it hit my next cast. I thought it was another decent smallmouth.
It wasn't. It was a decent rock bass. Time for a rock bass selfie. (at least I'm not doing the duck-face)
Cast after cast, minnow after minnow we'd pull bronze out of each hole we fished. The morning was a success in numbers and in quality fish landed. We knew we'd be happy if we had to call it quits right then but one more hole looked so inviting we had to cast at it.