Went out on Saturday with great expectations hoping to see if some 20 # leader would help me find out what had cut my line. One good hit in the same pool as before, but no hookup
A lot of casting an one 12" small mouth. The air had a real dead feel to it. Not many jumping.
Lots of people out. Two waders who were pretty much glued under the bridge. Saw them catching small smallies. Later two very young guys entered the fray, one with michigan waders. They also got some small ones.
Next day I came back after the rain and temperature drop. Went with my neoprene waders since it was so darm cold. The river was up, but the fish sure were not. Almost no jumping fish. Very few bites, none landed.
A fly fisherman was down stream - tried to work my way down there, but since I was going slow since I don't know the bottom too well there, and casting on the way, he was left before I got to where he was.
Even my favorite bait - an orange rapalla - did nothing. That has been a winner since the Disney movie that had all the kids letting their pet fish go to get back to the sea.
Oh well, it'll get good again.