Have I mentioned lately how awesome my wife is? Yeah well, she is. I pick up the kids on my way home... she calls.
"Weather's so nice... you should go fishing."
Smile starts to curl. Wheels start to turn.
Awesome, right? I freakin' love that woman.
So I get home and transfer the kids over to that awesome woman, then quickly venture down to the Choi-cave. Still somewhat torn about where to go and what to target, I rummaged through the haystack of rods hoping one would jump out... begging to be used. Under all my CBBT stuff, my TFO 6wt peeked through with a popper still on it from last time. The hook was getting rusty and the white rubber legs were starting to change colors. Bingo.
|Deep breathes... letting the soul soak up the goods.|
I grabbed one more popper, stuck it in my pfd and rushed off to the James.
It was a perfect evening.
Without changing the fly once, I had plenty of action for 2 hours.
8"-10" smallies kept me on my toes and chuckling.
Just as it was getting dark, I had one around 15"...
... but it got off on the first jump.
Still an amazing evening not to be taken for granted.