The cast was perfect – almost. Although the lure landed where I wanted it to, it, and thus the line, had flown over a small, leafless branch on the way to its target. Fishing being fishing, a fish hit the worm almost immediately. Moments later an unfortunate bass was doing a yo-yo imitation, swinging through the air as I tried to free the line. Drifting close to the branch, I was able to pull the line off. Mr. Bass fell back into the water, and moments later I was releasing the fish, who was no doubt was wondering, “What the heck just happened to me?”…