Frustrated, Chuck and I fished and fished and could not buy a bite! We were in pursuit of the spring white bass run at Pickwick Dam. But somehow the white bass did not get the memo that we were there to meet them! About noon, after fishing for 4 hours with nothing to show, we decided to hit the generators to see if the high sun brought any fish in. Chuck tossed his favorite white bass bait out, a 2 ½” white plastic grub on an 1/8th oz jig head. He wasn’t 2 cranks into his cast and…BAM….”FISH ON” my until then frustrated fishing partner yells, and before the latter of the 2 words came out, the fish was already 2 feet in the air. The 14” shiny miniature tarpon proceeded to jump 4 more times as it pushed Chucks 4 lb test to the max on his ultra light combo. Before I could congratulate him on his catch, I was already doing a battle of my own. In the next hour or so, we proceeded to catch a skipjack almost every cast and brought our tally near triple digits. This “known for catfish and striper bait” member of the herring family saved our day! After catching my share of these little rockets, I put down the rod and armed myself with my camera. I did my best to capture the amazing acrobatic moves they continued to perform! The white bass never did show and if it weren’t for the little aggressive silver slimers, we would have had a long sloooow day.