Since the season has opened, I have been able to get off the computer, and out to the lake to sneak up on a few smallies, and bucketmouths. When they were hunkered down on their beds, all they were inclined to attack was topwater.  I was the last to complain.  With water clarity well into the teens, we had no trouble spotting them and watching their slow but methodical rise to attack. Sara was able to stack a fatty, and pete landed a lunker with the family in tow. From the gin clear waters of Cass County…I’m Ben Brettingen