I got up this morning and decided to go to the Glen. By the time I got out there, it was like past 10:00 and things were very slow. I was only getting tiny bites. Then, across from me, I saw this old man screaming at the water. He was talking to his bobber...seriously. I was watching it for a while and he was getting some serious bites. I kind of felt sorry for the guy...he just couldn't set his hook at the right time. So, I waited it out, until he left and I went to his spot. Sure enough, I caught some nice bass. My total count for the day was 7 bass...only six are pictured because the other one was tiny, 3 bluegill, and a catfish. Here's the pics...