"Now," as I spoke to the excited young angler. "The popper is a topwater bait or jerk bait. It has a cupped face that will grab water when you jerk it. You want to make it spit or pop. Throw it out and let it set still, count one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three then pop it. Just imagine that your bait is a big grasshopper that clumsily fell in or that a bird accidentally dropped into the lake. After you let it sit still for the three count, then pop it three to five times and pause briefly. Then do it again. "

"See those rocks just ahead, pitch it in there. Good plant! One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three now pop it three times. Good job." Suddenly there was a heart throbbing explosion of water behind the popper. Then I saw the green side of a giant Bass as a foaming froth of water sprayed everywhere. "He missed it," I yelled excitedly as the popper flew up into the air unscathed and settled back down. "Pop it again," I yelled out. Slurp, slurp, slurp the popper spit water, but the aggravated Bass would not be denied breakfast. The water exploded again sending out another shower of foam. This time, the Bass struck with a vengeance as the popper disappeared. "Set the hook!" I exclaimed. The battle was on. "Let off on the drag, play him down, use your rod, he's still green " I coached. The fish made a power surge under the boat. The hook set was true and the fish tired. I leaned over the boat and lipped the fish of a life time for a young man. High fives! "Good job son ," as I patted the young boy on the back. "Wow! What a fish," the young angler said, eyeing the beautiful green egg laden female Black Bass. Quickly, snap shots were taken and the trophy Bass was eased back into Lake Livingston, resuscitated and then we watched her disappear into the depths to lay her eggs and be caught again.