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So I’m fishing one of my usual haunts looking for a single larger trout to wrestle with then head home. I’m tossing a #8 Olive SMB when a swell in the surface of the water appears as I’m stripping my fly in, my line goes taught then pulls…HARD, then…nothing. Limp. My line has no fly attached to it. I figured since I didn’t see the culprit that it must have been big. I tie on another fly and get back to it when whack, I set the hook. This fish is fighting hard, I get it to my feet when I realize it’s not a trout. It’s a decent small mouth bass? Ok I guess, then right as I’m about to net the fish he shakes my hook. Not a big deal. I go back for more. Three casts later I’m looking at a good sized rainbow but before I could even think about reaching for the net I get the shake…again? Ugh. So by this point with the heat, the weeds, the humidity…I’m maybe frustrated. I decide a couple more casts then I’m gone. Last cast of the day when I get a hit and bring in…a northern pike, my first on a fly. Serious? My thoughts then turned to the first fish, the line breaker. Was it a larger pike? Perhaps. On my way home I stopped to get gas and noticed the first of many, Hexagenia Limbata. The attendant said the firsts ones started showing up around 5am the morning of the 14th. They are here and the big hatches are going to pop soon.
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