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Went three times this weekend.
Saturday afternoon: took my dog and hit a smallmouth stream. Caught one little dink of a bream. Only had an hour, and the main purpose was to get my dog on the water for a bit. He ruined most of the holes I was going to fish before I was able to fish them. He's usually pretty good about staying behind me, but he'd been cooped up too long lately.
Saturday Dusk: fished the lake my inlaws live on in Bella Vista. Pencil poppers tossed into cover around dusk. Many, many juvenile largemouth caught.
Sunday Morning: went back out on the lake. Got out too late because our son kept us up that night. I needed to sleep in. Landed one absolutely gigantic bluegill on a clouser minnow. Nothing else. Only fished for about an hour.
The smallmouth fishing is starting to get really good around here, but I haven't been able to really get in on it. We have rain all week off and on, so all the creeks should rise. Once they fall back down, the smallmouth action should be hot!
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In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
- H. L. Mencken
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