It was a hazy spring morning. As the sun had begun to rise, the water had a layer of what looked like steam rising up from it. The water was completely still and I felt as if I were in a dream. I slowly trolled along the small creek channel to a point where it narrowed; it had “ambush spot” written all over it! Just then, on a narrow log floating in the water and sticking out about 15 yards off the bank, a squirrel happily scampered down it. At the very end of the log, there was an acorn perched perfectly in the center. The squirrel picked it up, sat down, and began to nibble away at its newly found meal. Just then, out of no where, a monster bass that would tip the scales to the ten pound mark leaped up and took the squirrel down to its watery death. I stood in awe, shocked at how such a happy little squirrel so quickly faced its death. The little acorn on which he was nibbling was floating so sadly there by the log. Just then, the same bass swam up to the acorn and took it under! Then, in a matter of seconds, the bass surfaced, placed the acorn back on the log, turned to me, winked, and was gone!