|A beaver popped up right there when I walked down. We exchanged four letter words and he left|
Luckily I know some farm ponds just up the road, so I made my way there to play with some fish that didn't have any place they could run off to. To my satisfaction it was extremely quick action with the bluegills. If I'd had dries on me I could easily have caught a bunch on top, they were rising sporadically for midges. Instead I fished an unweighted flymph. The cast was made to the end of the weed bed, I watched the leader, if it did something funny I set the hook. If it didn't but I had a hunch I set the hook too. Most casts resulted in fish landed.
Tuesday's initial pursuits were fruitless as well. No pickerel, no walleye, no smallmouth.
Again I had to resort to plan B, and again plan B was panfish. This time the two species that had been the main target the previous day. They were small but they were willing. A fish in a snowstorm is a good fish indeed.