Swinging for smallies

Dropped the jon into the The Big River today.  Waders and a fleece jacket in July...yeah, it's called climate change NOT global warming.  The river was down but I felt like comfortable so I fired up the Yamaha and made tracks to the bucket.  I was in sight of the run and happy to see nobody else on it when, "THUNK", I drilled something big and hard with the motor.  It didn't help that the transducer was canted up and reading goofy on my finder.

This river is a bitch.

I settled in for a long afternoon of working on my double spey and, when they rolled,  long sweet swings interrupted by crushing grabs.  River smallmouth are as tough as they come.