I was twisting and turning in my sleep trying to figure out where I would start this morning.
There are fish around but you need to pick the right section on the right today to get in to them.
I got out well before dawn and high tailed my way to where I wanted to start. My God a holiday weekend and I got there first. Who would have thought.
The sun slowly rose over the horizon leaving a yellow halo in the distance and it was time to gett rolling.
As I waited for sun up I could here a few splashes which filled me with some anticipation.
My prized run produced zero for me. I guess they are either there or they are not.
As dumb luck would have it, I was fishing my way back down to the truck while most others were just starting their fishing day and working their way up in the other direction.
I hit a couple of spots and in some B grade water I had a surprise flurry of action in about 15 minutes time.
The day was saved by a few very acrobatic fish that made my legs shake not for their size but for their intense energy including airborne cartwheels and runs.