The last three afternoons I have rekindled my love of bluegills. I have been fishing out of my yak trying to get used to it for a trip to the Cape for stripers. The small ponds that I am fishing are loaded with bluegills. They have sucked down, slashed at, ignored, and jumped over my poppers with abandon.
I'm listening to a Frank Zappa tune in which the ending refrain is "How could I be such a fool?" This simple line represents me and the bluegill. In my quest for big fish I had forgotton the fish that turned me into a fly fisherman in the first place. I know its been said before but if these guys were 5 plus pounds I wouldn't get past the nearest pond. Oh ya a 1/2 pond bluegill can move a yak.
shadfreak or sould I say bluegillrekindled