I was at the pond, and it looked like a wonderland at about 6:00 yesterday evening. Bugs and bream all over the top, with the fish popping the surface. How Dad and I only maneged one little tiny bass, I have no idea! I tried a lot of my favorite baits, but caught nothing.If only I'd had a little tiny floating fly.
O well. Maybe next time.
I suppose that is why it is called fishing.
-Nathaniel
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