Meeting in Smithville again to pick up our granddaughter so I brought the yak this time and arrived way early. Launched from the 230 bridge around 9:30 to a light steady sprinkle. Water was still pretty clear so I began working my way back upriver. I started out with jigs, roadrunners, chatterbaits and spinners and fished steady for about 3 hours. Caught 4 LMB cutie pies, 1 LMB fun fish, 2 sand bass ~ 13" each and one really nice channel cat. Fish were staying mainly in deeper pockets and eddies but the bite really started to slow down around 12:00ish. Turned and began working my way back down stream. Not much bite going on so I switched to a TR BBH (watermelon) and let the current basically take me back. Missed on a couple short strikes on the way back down before snagging a little gar. Switched back to the spinning rod and went old school with a silver/black Gay Blade when I noticed fish breaking along the surface near the 230 bridge. Kept working my way downriver and trying to target the sporadic blowups. 11 sand bass (11" - 14") by the time I reached a nice creek feeding into the river to my right. Water was slightly stained from the rain and the creek. I anchored above the creek and tossed the BBH into the mouth of the creek and my line immediately headed out into the river. Hook set rocked the yak and I was on with a beautiful fun fish that was tail walking between runs in the current. Over the next 45 minutes or so I caught 7 more LMB on the BBH - all of them cutie pies or fun fish. And then the bite just died. Spent the next hour+ searching for LMB, sand bass, anything biting. With nothing happening and my pick up time approaching I turned around and headed back up river. Caught 3 more sand bass working blow ups but it was slow. I had almost reached the Hwy. 71 bridge and saw another creek feeding in on the right. Grabbed the BBH and made a few casts up into the mouth of the creek with no luck. On the other side of the river from the creek mouth were some laydowns hanging over into the water. Tossed the BBH into the middle as I was trying to pick up the paddle. Stupid move on my part. Line went tight and the water swirled and the fish was on - briefly. By the I put the paddle down and recovered the rod I had limp line and no fish. But the 4th cast back into the brush and to use Jeremy's phrase - it was on like Donkey Kong. This time my set was true and my rod was doubled over. Thank God she broke straight out of the brush into deeper water before turning back towards the shoreline. I could see her clearly in the water as she took a little drag and rolled twice I was trying to turn her away from the brush and fighting with my yak at the same time since she was pulling me along more than I was moving her. She was getting closer to the brush so I went for broke and tightened my drag a little and dropped my anchor. A few minutes later I lipped a beautiful 6.5 bigun and swung her into the yak. She was a toad - squat and fat and gorgeous. I slid her back into the water and worked the brush for about 15 more minutes with nothing. Time to go so I hooked a Road Runner to the spinning rod and played the line out behind me as I paddled back up river to my car. Passing under the Hwy 71 bridge the rod bent and I had a very nice crappie on board. I really needed to get loaded but heck, fish were biting. 20 minutes and I had 9 crappie added to the channel cat and sand bass. I was going to be late for sure. Spooled up and dashed back to the car. Threw my gear into the back and tossed the yak on top. Raced over the meet for the hand-off and found that no one was there. Checked my phone and dang it - they were running an hour late. Not enough time to launch again so I went back and fileted fish before going back and picking up my granddaughter. The fish fry was amazing Sunday afternoon. Beer battered with hush puppies and fried brussel sprouts with bacon. Keep your lines tight, be safe and have a blessed day.