Never saw the Passaic at lower level before. Hiking in, I thought I heard thunder. I got about seven minutes deep into the woods, when I took my first cast and a bass hit. Missed it. Further in, I found nice, deep water but didn't get any interest. I fished a #11 Rapala and had some difficulty casting balsa, compared to other plugs I've used like Smithwick. Had I more time, I would have switched out. It soon became clear a storm approached.
I never had time to settle in. Did catch a little bass before I got about 15 minutes deep, into the woods. Where I last stood, I missed two strikes from the same pike almost at my feet. A small one but bigger than the bass.
Hiking out briskly, I realized I might have forgotten to stash a plastic bag in the little camera bag I keep my D7100 in. Did make sure to put one in there immediately after getting home.
As you can see, I got to my car in a nick of time. Always good to get out.
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