The sun was dropping below the trees, painting the sky with a muted orange. The air was a crisp 68 degrees, with that perfect no-humidity feel of early fall. It was an ideal evening to be out on the water.
I tied on a Mepps Black Fury spinner in a size #1. It's a subtle lure, not what most people would choose for bass, but I had a good feeling about it. I started casting near some downed trees, working the lure with a slow, steady retrieve. About a half hour in, I felt that familiar thud on the line.
The fight was a good one—the bass pulled hard, trying to get into the weeds. I worked it carefully, and a minute or two later, I had a beautiful, thick largemouth bass at the bank.
Holding that fish, which came all the way to the bank for a tiny spinner, felt just right. It was a perfect moment on a quiet Friday evening, with a simple lure and a great memory.
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