If you follow along, you may recall my encounters with popper smashing Pickeral on my local grounds. This morning, I caught up to one of these toothy critters while casting from my perch upon a spillway. With overcast skies and variable winds, and a litter of golden, red and brown leaves floating down onto the lake surface, I opted to fish deep with streamers. This fellow bit a stone colored, copper head wooly bugger.
After carefully removing the fly, he thrashed back to deeper water with a strong flick of his tail. Until next time, fella. And thanks for not biting me, too.