Overlooked Public Land Bass---back to the popping bug roots
This weed-filled swamp-pond took the role of what the Rapidan river was for me while I was in high school---a chance to de-stress, unwind, and get ready for whatever challenge was to come. And like the Rapidan, I found willing fish, on my first cast, too, eager to take a popping bug. Those popping-bug Rapidan smallmouth hooked me on fly-fishing, and I'll never be the same.
Here, no Rapidan smallie rose from the rocky, swift depths, but instead a piedmont bucketmouth took its place, devouring my fly after the first or second twitch from the weed bed, and propelling itself out of the tanin-dark water.
More than several bass more would do just like that, and nice fish, too. This was just what I needed---the feeling of fly line shooting through the air, a bend in the rod when a fish took the fly, the canoe gliding through the water, and human-beings thankfully absent, (except the the whine of rubber on the road).
The moral of the story is, get outside---you never know what you'll find in in plain view.