(bitch bitch bitch 
); an it was hot.Too hot to cut the grass, so decided to take a trip to my favourite bridge across the RR.........my favourite that is, when it's not inundated with fisher folk, besides me of course.
Didn't get there till 10:30 AM. There was a nice breeze blowing up river, and lo and behold the bass are rolling at minnows about 50 ft. downriver. Kind of surreal; come here at 6:AM; nothing.....come in the evening, nothing
middle of the morning, bright sun, less than 6 ft. of water, and the smallies are on 
too cool.I guess they had a school of tads cornered and were givin em hell, so tied on a muddler , and proceeded to really give the tree behind me a workout
..........SETTLE DOWN says I. 
Once the adrenilin calmed a bit, I chucked a mud past the fast water where they were and worked it back, downstream and up into them..........as in batman.........KERPOW
Some were big, and some were small, lost the first four, and brought the next 3 to hand, popped the hook and lettem go without any air around them. Then, like that, they quit. They either got wise to the fly, or the bait got tired of bein et and left. No more swirls, and they wouldn't hit anything else I threw. Tried a home made crayfish fly retrieved very slowly........NADA
Just a few yards behind me, the world was going about its business, cars passing, dogs dogging, etc., and for about 3/4 of an hour, its like another world, just me, the river, and the fish. Nothing else is even there.........Twilight zone. Anyone else ever feel that way?? Guess I better stay on the meds
Best regards:
Jigs.
