The Mule Deer Diver was once again the bug of the day.
The pond was a a place of constant rise forms. fish were looking up and feeding right up until dark.
I spent the entire evening stalking feeding fish. See a rise find a hole in the algae and lily pads, and "plop" your bug in it. Pause a few seconds, and give a short twitch.
Between the algae and fish, I rotated 3 poppers. And lost one of them to a large pickerel that hit and snapped me off like a durned barracuda. A heckuva rush, but the score remained...Pickerel one.....Ralph Nuthin.
The last fish of the evening.
The rise forms stopped with the setting sun as if a hatch had ended. Between a dozen fat gills and twice that many bass, both the rod and the shoulder got a good workout tonight.