They would run down a Foam-Butt Caddis from a dozen feet away, and then once hooked jumped like they thought they were smallmouths.
None of the big boys were to be found on this outing. But there was enough action with the youngsters to make up for it. I came armed with a full box of poppers, and fished with the same FBC the entire night. Stalking the edges and having a blast.