I remember when I would take my trusty fly rod down to a local river and catch smallmouth bass until my arm hurt. The fish weren't real big but they were scrappy.
Every once in a while I would hook onto a really good one. It was great! I still catch lots of bass, but mostly using my spinning rod.
I would like to head down to the river right after dinner, the fishing would be great by the time the sun set. Poppers seemed to get the most hits.
I liked to try and use different flies and bugs, with some success. I still remember those days when those poppers worked when nothing else would.
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