Ran down the river for 1 3/4 hours after work today. Spent the first 30 min. working the shoreline for crappie with nothing to show but a dink white bass. Spent the last 10 min fishing a small hole for smallies. I landed a 10 incher. The time in between was crazy with big whites hitting a size 3 silver Mepps aglia. Ended up landing 50 nice ones (yes I was counting for some unknown reason), another dink, and a nice hybrid striper. Great fishing but as I bent down to pick up the big bass I heard two snaps and three pieces of my favorite medium light, fast action, custom spinning rod came sliding down the line to my hand . No trees above me, and no clue as to what stupid thing I did to cause such an incident. The rod in the picture with the fish is not the one I broke. It's there for asthetic value .