Wandering North Carolina's Waterways and Annoying the Fishes
Thursday, October 17, 2013
If redbreasts grew to be five pounds, I wouldn't go near the water.
When bass fishin' around here I throw big flies, big poppers, #2 at a minimum, so the bluegills and sunnies can't get ahold of them. But it doesn't stop them from trying. Blip. Blip. Blip. It's maddening.
And with all due respect to my buddy Cameron, The Year of the Bluegill? Really? More like Year of the Creek Cockroach. Pond pestilence. River vermin. Stealers of flies from the mouths of real fish.
That having been said, you do have to admire their ambition.