I tied on my ugliest, bass-ackwards streamer and started casting right onto the shore. Three casts in a nice 14" smallie swoops up from the deeper water and we begin our tussle that involved a half dozen leaps, a run under the boat and a spit-up minnow. Spent about a 1/2 hour at this rocky shoreline but no more smallies wanted to play.
I putted towards the back of the bay to go and muck about in the trees. I placed a bunch of really nice casts around the trees from 50' away but no one was home. While I was disappointed there were no fish in the trees, I was very happy with the accuracy of my casting from such a distance.
I decided to fling the streamer around some lily patches and noticed that a few fish were chasing minnows to the surface from about 3 ft of water. Off goes the ugly bass-ackward streamer and on goes the Stealth Bomber. I plopped the first cast right beside some lilies and it was immediately slurped up by a 14" largie. It was a typical battle with a largie, some bulldogging towards the bottom and a dash into the lilies. The 8wt won out and I sent this little largie back with a request to send over his mom. A couple of casts later, I had a fiesty little 10" largie on and followed that up with another 14"er, two 12"ers, one more 10"er and a couple of misses.
The final count for the evening was 6 largies and 1 smallie, with all of the hits coming on the surface.
I'll take that any day of the week.
