Looking Up

It was raining when I got to Yellowwood even though the forecast said it wouldn't.

After a brief wait it quit...

...just long enough to get out on the water. Then some more rain blew in.

I was making the loop again and by the time I was ready to cross over the rain had quit for good.

I was trying a variety of flies, a luxury I can indulge in again with my new eyes. I wasn't having any luck, though.

Then the waxing moon came out from behind the clouds. The moon has been a faithful companion on many of my fishing trips.

It was shining brighter by the time I got to the dam.

The big white mays were hatching again. Last year at this time a whole passel of smallish bass were all over them. I had on a stimulator and last year that would have pulled up a few bass. This year it pulled up a passel of bluegill.

I enjoyed that. But I couldn't help wishing the bass had been doing what I had been doing: looking up.

Opening Like a Bud

Spring is stepping up. The world under the intensifying sun lights up brighter each day. The lake is opening like a bud. At dusk the water calms and bluegill decide to come up and play on the surface. You are far from the take out, but you have so much fun catching bluegills on a dry that you don't get back to the truck until the sky is awash with stars. But that's OK. Jupiter watches over you all the way home.