The summertime heat is still a factor, but that productive pattern of probing deep brushpiles is slowly turning off.
I'm pointed north towards Pickwick Lake and the third Elite Series tournament of the year. I'm really looking forward to it, too. I like Pickwick.
How about that young man from my neighborhood! He gave a darn good accounting of himself last week. I, for one, couldn't be happier about it.
Fluorocarbon line isn't an option for many anglers anymore.
The fish that got away from Paul Elias was back in 1983, but he remembers it like it was yesterday.