Think they're spawning, but in this pond the bottom is so silted it's a wonder they can. Missed a lot of short hits from bass in close. One jumped off. Caught a couple of two-pounders or close to it, a 2 1/2, and another just over a pound. Another sunset foray at the neighborhood pond. One of those hits created a tremendous boil, sort of like a hippopotamus shaking a bug off its back, but a bass doesn't have to be five pounds to do that.
Nice to get outside and especially to feel the thrills of missed fish and one of them leaping free. You never intentionally lose a fish, but when they foil you, it raises interest even with the pangs of loss.