I remember it well although it happened several decades ago. I was a kid, fishing Molido Creek behind our house with my dad’s rod and reel and his favorite lure, a brown fishy-looking River Runt.
Casting next to cypress knees, I managed to tie into a few Kentucky bass that made their home in the creek.
Up ahead, I saw a lay-down log in the water that was the ideal ambush spot for a bass and my cast was perfect, gently nudging the log as it landed. Two turns of the reel handle and WHAM – I got a smashing strike.