Wiggle worm, shaking things up a bit, making people question what is normal.
"The bass are biting...over in that corner" the man said, pointing south. "You just gotta know what they're bitin' on..." "Thanks" I said, and headed over to that corner.
I had just picked up the current issue of Field & Stream (after hearing rumor that someone I know had two flies featured in it). Now, If I were a believing woman (which I've yet to completely figure out), I'd say it was a sign --- straight from the God of Bass Ponds himself (although I've yet to completely figure Him out either). He spoke. And, for a split-shot of a second I thought he was a frog. Something along the lines of Balaam's ass, only much wetter. Erin's frog -- I heard him, and then, I knew. I knew what they'd be biting on.
One of the New Reliables....
...and I just happened to have one in my box.
I stopped to switch flies, tied on one of Jay Zimmerman's rust Backstabbers, threw out my line, and on the second cast --- strip, strip strip....pow! A big bass. A few casts later, another!
"You just gotta know what they're bitin' on..."
Thank you frog, or God of Bass Ponds, or whomever you are...