Fishing Adventures: Nighttime Super Bluegills

In June of this year I spent a couple days cabin camping in the Woodstock area, on a big crystal clear lake. I only had a chance to toss a fly at night, so I went out with a muddler minnow. The moon was full, and barred owls called from the lush pine groves on the other side of the lake. The only light was from the moon and in the homes around the lake. I let the fly sink, and was greeted with a screaming take. It turned out to be a big bluegill, and many more came to hand with the same technique. Midnight panfish were quite fun, and I even landed a little bullhead, but he didn't permit a photo-op as he flopped into the lake.