Got out in the cold today and threw some streamers. Fishing was slow only moved one little guy, not exactly what I was looking for. But in a week I will be living on the White River in Arkansas throwing streamers to unicorns as much as I please so no complaints here.
We’ve been fishing this particular piece of water for a couple years now. We’ve had the krakens that call it’s depths home break our hearts on more than one occasion. We were determined to break the curse. Dad drew first blood with the best brown we had landed from the water to date. It’s always nice to go tight at the end of a swing after fishing for a few hours with no tugs.