Some of you may have heard this story already, but it's pertinent to the subject. Back in about '96 I took my four year-old daughter Meagan out for some fishing. Found a nice looking spot for bass: a quiet bit of flat water full of weeds, not long before sunset. I put a Jitterbug on, threw it out, gave it a a short burble back, and let it stop. I was just about to hand it to Meagan when WHAM!, and the fight was on. If I had given her the rod she would have been waterskiing for the next half hour. Muskie, 42.5 inches, 21.25 lbs. I love topwater, but never expected that.