This thread reminds me of some years ago when my brother and I would fish a pond at night that had some huge bass. We just knew that they were out there, so when the fishing was really good we made an unusual bet: who could cast their popper out into the middle of the midnight fracas and not
get a hookup.
Imagine it......creeping a popper along at a death crawl, hoping that the bass won't detect it's presence.....I often pictured an unfortunate soul walking through the valley of death, trying to go unnoticed. Many times we were successful, but when we weren't......well, catching a fish isn't all that bad, is it?