A muggy, steamy afternoon who’s temperament wavered between sun and gloom as abruptly as a that of a sleepy child, and a still sheet of glassy water before me to disrupt with a popper or a streamer. I sit out the bouts of rain, and fish the sunny spots in between. The bass are feeding on a similar cycle. I am not catching brutes, but I’m steadily catching. The popper barely survives the fun…..