The clouds started moving in at this point and I made my way further south and across to the other side of Diversey Harbor, right by the Fullerton Ave. bridge. I wanted to see if I could pick off any smallmouth bass sitting in the current.

I started tossing a chartreuse spinnerbait upstream, and worked it back about 10-12 ft. from the shoreline. I was getting a few little swipes at it, but nothing big enough to bite. I switched over to a suspending jerkbait, and made the same presentation by throwing upstream and slowly reeling, pausing and twitching it back. After my pass on that first cast I noticed there was a smallmouth trailing right behind my lure, but he wouldn't commit to it. I made the same cast a handful of times, and every time was the same. That smallie would just stare at my lure as I swam it along with its nose an inch away. Long story short, I threw a bunch of lures in that direction, but just couldn't get that smallmouth to bite.

I headed back to where I had caught that first largemouth bass and tossed a floating Rapala above the weed pockets. A couple casts later I hooked into a similar sized largemouth bass and yanked him out of the water with my line still taught. He made one good head shake, broke my line, and he dropped right back into the water, with my lure. Damn.