Feels like forever since I last fished with my son. So proud of him venturing far off downstream, having said not a word of parting. I worked my way into the back of the stretch to catch my best bass of the evening, Matt disappearing deep in the dusk around a bend.
Often those tail ends hold nice fish. Particularly if the stretch narrows into a V pattern--doesn't have to be deep--sometimes a very good-size smallmouth just lets forage get sucked to it as if the stream formed a natural weir or sock seine.
Most of what we caught average stream bass, my total included six smallmouths and a largemouth, the largest smallmouth about 12 inches. Matt caught I don't know how many; he felt he did well.
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