I took my little 2wt rod out yesterday to see if the bluegills had woken up yet. For the purists, sorry, not bamboo, but 7' and an ounce and three-quarters of Winston IM6 graphite. They hadn't, at least not in the first place I tried, a spot I call Jessie's because it's just sround the corner from my daughter's house. Spent a couple hours there with only a dunk or two and nary a nibble. I hated to get skunked so I wheeled around to Caywood Lake. Found them much more cooperative there; several gills - no trophies but nice fat 8-9-inchers, and a few small bass. Released all. I left my bag in the truck, including my forceps so when the last gill ate my fly I had to bite him off and called it a day.
