Got out with a friend from 2-9pm. First 90 minutes in some deep water structure we found last time out didn't produce any fish so we started our milk run. First spot 4 fish, 3 rock bass one smallie with a big miss on a deep crank(I always wonder how the heck I hook fish so well on jigs and miss big ole bangs on a crankbait with 2 trebles that has 6 finger prickers). Worked a wall with crankbaits that produced 4 rock bass and then the other side produced 6 rockies one smallie and basically a hit on every cast so we worked it a second time(and a third too) next go 3 smallies 4 rockies. We were picking up weeds regularly so there I am doing my thing and it feels like I'm stuck on a ton of weeds. With all my fishing intelligence when I feel the bait stop running correctly I start cranking the reel like a madman so I can clean off the bait and hit the same spot before the boat is too far away. Well when I got this "pile of weeds" to the surface it jumped out of the water and I realized it was a different aquatic species. Was only about ten seconds of andrenaline filled cranking before I could feel the fishes lip rip off. Kicked my own arse the whole drive home thinkin that probably wasn't the best way to try and land that fish. I hope that fish survived our encounter cuz I know what it likes(or liked) to eat and where the dinner table is. 3 more smallies and too many rockies to count we called it a night. Great time out, not too hot not too cold goldilocks type weather Lots of action but the biggest fish in the boat was my buddies 17. For 2-3 evening hours rock bass action was non stop. They were hitting crankbaits as big as they were. Was funny stuff seeing a fish hanging on a hook attached to a bait the same size, almost thought it'd be good to use as bait.