After that and an unsuccessful attempt to hook a pike or big smallmouth, I broke character a bit and fished bait. I was really hoping to bump into a white catfish, by far the most interesting catfish we have in these parts. The thrive in the lowest reaches of tidal rivers and are capable of handling quite a bit of salinity. No white catfish were caught, but Noah added another species to his list, an American eel, and I caught a few of those and a yellow bullhead. Yellow bullheads aren't particularly common in this spot so it was a cool little fish to catch.
|How's this for a spinner fall?|
Sometimes flies just don't do the trick. I'm not too proud to admit that and fish living or dead bait.