Two freaks in the night

Sometimes I wonder is it quite normal for a person to walk muddy, slippery sometimes frozen banks of river during cold fall/winter nights. There is not a soul around, and all you can encounter is a fox, rat or hear a creepy squeak of heron. Luckily, zander also move tight to banks every evening stalking little bait fish hidden in rocks and brushes. Is there a better imitation for these tiny fish than Cannibal shad in 8 cm size rigged on a light jig head. My friend makes these awesome weed guards that allow me pitches into bushes and retrieves over rocks. Water was rising and I pitched my Cannibal deep into half submerged shore brushes. I pulled the lure loose of last branch and let it flutter down to bottom right on the outer edge of the bushes...well it never got down there because this zander got it half way to bottom. It was right were it was meant to be... freak just like me...