A few days ago I was fishing a steep bank (located in racoon hollow cove for those of u that may know where this is). I was using a extra deep diving crankbait produced by strike king. After about 30 minutes or so I was getting tired as using one of those things requires cranking like its going out of style. Anyways I told myself, as many of us probably do " alright one more cast". I heaved the wooly mammoth of a lure one more time, yanking it back in parallel to the bank in about 22 feet of water when suddenly I felt something pulling my line. I could tell it was a good bass and when I got it to the surface it did not disappoint. My initial estimate was somewhere around 20 inches and 4 to 4.5 lbs. Not a monster but a good bass for sure here at the loto. I forgot my net at the dock that day and tried grabbing the line to pull it in. I will never do that again as the line snapped dropping my prized catch and 15$ lure in its lip back to the abyss. After a short prayer in which I swore if that fish somehow swims back w/I arms reach of the boat I would become a monk, I began another prayer w/ regards to needing forgiveness for all the 4 letter words I just taught the boy standing on the dock near me. I eventually moved on to another lure. After about another half hour I texted my mom and asked her if she wanted to go for a quick cruise before she headed home that afternoon. She said she would indeed enjoy a cruise so I told her I'd make a few more casts then head home. As soon as I finished texting her this, I put my phone in my pocket and noticed something shiny floating In the water next to my boat. It was my crankbait which I had lost probably half a mile behind me. The next day I went right back to the same spot and after only a few casts managed to get in the boat this time with a net, a 20.5 inch, 4 lb 5oz largemouth!