It was then, as happens so often from day to day, that we were faced with the decision to either get frustrated, or to not take ourselves too seriously that day. We opted for the latter, thankfully, and decided to take a break and practice our two-handed casting. My casting groove wasn't exactly rocking, so it didn't immediately allay all frustration, but Mike's snap-t really came along.
Besides excess traffic on the water, the average fish size definitely goes down as the summer wears on and water levels drop. Nonetheless, it's easy to see how the fish get so big up here. Everything we caught, from eight-inchers on up, was not wanting for food. Every fish was full-bellied and tight-skinned. I'm starting to think that the vertical bars on adult smallmouth are just stretch marks.
Despite the traffic on the front half of the float, our first day really didn't end up too bad. The fishing was a bit sub-par, but great fish were caught, and we ended the day well.
Day two, on the other hand, was about twenty degrees cooler and a bit rainy, which really seemed to boost the Walter bite. Mike practiced five year-old pose.
We still caught a decent number of smallies, but the bite was most definitely off, and joy was found in those other things we do at times on the river - like grilling a few burgers and throwing some good, sharp cheddar on top.