The heat and humidity was forecast to be oppressive for Saturday and that came to pass. Mickey and I started fishing at 6:45 slick calm water, what you would think to be perfect top water conditions. The major feeding period was just over before daylight and there was no activity. When we could only catch one by the tree with green leaves, it was a portent of things to come. I had a new top water bait, a Small Gilmore Jumper, that I wanted to fish with but there was nothing going on so it was put back on the deck and a jig was called into action. I had put a large paca craw trailer on my jig because of the great action it has. After three bites with no fish in the boat I figured it was too big and took it off and resorted to a worm. Mickey had already put a couple in the boat but the bites were tentative and soon were nonexistent . The worm proved to be better since the fish were lethargic. Some would only bite when you shook the worm, and then not hold on. We were not setting the world on fire at this point and things were looking grim. To add to our concerns it was getting hot and still no wind. The shade seemed to be a factor for the fish and felt good to us when we were able to get in it. As we made it around the hole, the top waters came back out. When we got to the 5 pound log, Mickey threw the crazy shad over the top of it and got a nice strike that was 6 inches behind the bait. He was insulted and threw right back and the fish hit again and was caught. We continued on top to a large tree that fell into the hole and is completely submerged in 20 feet of water. Some of the limbs come almost to the top of the water. You could see how bass could be lurking down in there and come up and blast a top water worked slowly across the top but nothing. As we continued around the bream were plentiful. It was almost impossible to fish with a worm and they constantly hit at the top water baits. I believe you could go there with a pole and crickets and catch enough bream for every Chinaman in China. Finally in the back of a pocket a bass blasted the Jumper. The new Gamakatsu round bend hooks that I had put on worked perfectly and brought the fish to the boat. As we arrived to a known good spot there were some surface activity right against the bank . We were able to catch a few there on worms. When that played out we traveled a good way to another connected hole that has a shallow flat that sometimes has some fish on it. This called for a DT-6 . There were some there but after we caught a few that played out too. By now it was really getting hot. We returned to the first place we caught more than one fish in hopes that a school was in session. They were at recess so we plotted our course for the last few stops until we would go home. On the way to our shallow flat the wind, or rather breeze, had started to blow and started moving the water which in the Garhole positions the fish. As we neared our destination, a bass started chasing a bream and almost caused it to climb the bank. Like the friend of Jackson who said a bass “tried to make a shad climb a cypress tree”. This called for a DT-6 which started to catch fish. This was the minor feeding period. I swapped over to a DT-10 thinking the fish may have move out a little deeper. I got hung up and was not able to save the bait even with my lure retriever on the rope. I put on another and continued. In this spot there was a long piece of fishing line hanging out of a tree all the way down to the water. On the end of that line, far up into the tree was a bait. I grabbed the line and pulled and the vine that it was attached to and surprisingly it gave and came further down before the line broke. It was low enough now for my pole with the hook on it to reach. I hooked the bait and pulled and a nice new DT-6 plopped down on the deck. From there we headed back after catching 28 bass with a FOD of 3.83. Riding down the levee in the Jeep with the windshield down felt almost like A/C.