Streams that flow into reservoirs host migrating fish intent on feeding heavily before the onset of winter. Armed with a 5 wt. and Mini Minnies, I waded downstream to a shaded deep hole with a multi-tentacled deadfall. Many presentations that were counted down to a depth of 4 feet then erratically stripped were intercepted by a thumping strike followed by a thrashing fight. A few of the crappies were lost among the clusters of branches but far more were brought to hand. Our fishing log entry noted the yipping coyotes just before dark as we headed home.