Sloppy day out there. Not on my game at all. Didnt even react to 3 bites and lost two fish to mechanical failures.
HaHa! - one of those days. Still letting water out, just at a slower clip. Rain or bust.

Caught a couple smallies. Fiesty as ever. They would prefer a hopping retrieve and as hard as I tried to miss every
fish out there these managed to get themselves hooked. Their eyes are such a fierce red almost orange when they
first come up. I dig.
Another tuber was kicking past. No doubt going to ask the token question when cold winds and slow action take front
stage, "Any Luck". But, before this floating man could open his mouth the sharp end of my line was piercing a lip that
would wage a tug of war I hadnt felt in a while. Great little battle from this 18+" fish. Oddly, my gear would hold up for
this fight and I was happy to take some parting photos.
Funny thing the voice that drives men to wake up at weird hours to chase an action that happens in less than a
second. I'm addicted to the tick.