Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
This single fly survived a 3 hour non-stop assault by hungry bluegills.
Had to get a pic....colors were really cool. They were hungry as the storm approached.
A 3 hour race to dark as storms rolled in. Just as I had released a fish, static shot across the water that actually caused the nylon on the float tube to make a crinkling noise and the hair on my forearms stood up. Then seconds later a wind picked up and a low rumble rolled. Taking my queue from mother nature, I turned my fins toward the truck. The lightning arrived as I was knee-deep at the launch and gathering my gear. But not before the night offered up 20-plus gills and a handful of 1/2lb bass.
Monday, July 3, 2017
Bass, Gills and Jersey Heat