Johnston just keeps catching huge fish. They just aren’t smallmouth.
After catching a huge walleye he had a major battle with what looked like a bronze hippopotamus. It turned out to be drum, a lesser cousin of the hippo in these parts.
Either way it seems like he’s hooking up with the bigger bites in virtually every species.
Our group of four has dwindled to two. Johnston and Pirch is all that remains. And it’s been a while since a smallmouth has been caught.