Some pretty hybrids also stirred into action by this weeks rains. As I was walking in a rounded a turn in the trail and there was a small deer. Obviously this years deer though it had lost it's spots. It stood there forty yards away looking like: what it that thing??, as it watched me walk towards it. Going a bit further I could see a much larger deer's hind end sticking out of the pathside weeds. Up came the head. No standing around for mommy. She was gone like shot from a gun. Scared witless that she had let a human walk right up to her...
Even as I tied on a swimbait hybrids were busting bait. I tied on a pearl version of Vic's new paddletail swimbait and never changed. Up until the sun actually hit the water action was steady. I guess I must have caught ten or twelve. Then once the line of sun made it down the hill to the water it was all over. Typical of summertime hybrid fishing.
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