This probably belongs in the "almost an Unlimited Almost a TR thread"
After an atypical sh*tty week at work I got home late Friday to hear those lovely five words from my wife: "You should go fishing Saturday". Of course there was the caveat that I had to be back by 3:30 but I figured I can work with that, so I did what any self respecting fisherperson would do and picked a stretch of river that I had never been on that could be floated in under five hours. With the kayak, bike, and fishing essentials loaded, I headed north at 3:45 am.
Found a bridge, unloaded everything, set up shop, drove the car to the next bridge, biked 3 miles back, locked up the bike, and pushed myself off. About 3 hours of casting, stripping, and popping I had nothing...these weren't finicky trout, these were smallmouth and pike, you know, creatures of opportunity that pounce on anything within 10 feet.
Then the clouds parted and a miracle emerged from under a log. A single, 16 inch smallie, possibly the most beautiful fish ever, for no other reason than it was the only damn slimy thing I touched all day.
The water looked good.
A couple of bucks in velvet were out and about...shot about two hundred yards away with a TG-2, so not the best
Everybody got a shot today
And then this
So I photo-whored her out
And then I celebrated my lack of achievement