A favorite stream’s water is cooling now and fallen leaves skim along its surface like miniature sailboats. My 3-weight delivered size-10 Mini Minnies near rocky outcroppings and deadfalls where they were counted down into the inky depths. With surprising regularity, they were either smashed by big bluegills or the line simply acquired that “suddenly heavy” feeling that accompanies the take of a sizeable crappie. Even at a point where many would retire from the constant action, I persisted to feed my addiction to the hook set.
It Ain’t Over . . .
