Saturday night I was able to check a local pond with hopes of the Gills being lit up. What I found, was after 3 hrs of having the entire pond to myself, not a single Gill rose to a fly. The bass however, especially the 1/2 pounders, were attacking everything that moved.
Partial to a Blonde Foam-Butt Caddis, I lost count of how many fish attacked it.
They were looking up for certain, with rises often coming almost the second the fly hit the water.
Not a lot of size, but the strikes were so dramatic they often had me laughing out loud. An absolute blast on the water. It was non-stop action, until a managed to break off my fly on a lily pad flower only to realize it had gotten too dark to tie another one on.