It was an odd few hours, as the sun just hung there, threatening me with a sunburn. There were no bass to be seen. Zero. A few pickerel entertained an idea of striking my lures, but didn't. They were small, but it would have made a good story, so I kept casting to them. Note to self: learn how to fish for pickerel. I ended up having some decent luck with bluegills, longears, and red-breasted sunnies on small chartreuse and pumpkin plastics like this Berkley Power Nymph. I caught a dozen or so, all by fishing deep into shady cover (overhanging stumps, vines, and trees) and submerged logs. I lost several plastics, jig heads, and Gamakatsu hooks in the process. I was smart enough to leave the fly rod in the truck.
I almost never get skunked when I go fishing - that's because I usually would rather cancel an outing like this, than stalk up and down a river and sweat in the mid-day sun. But on this day, I was really, really glad I went. It sure beat working on the plumbing, calling a bank about this-interest-rate-or-that, or writing contract documents for work. Hope you're getting out, too.
And just for fun,