It's interesting (to me at least) that it was this stretch of river that prompted my first boat purchase and a deeper appreciation for smallmouth bass. I was invited on a similar trip close to 10 years ago by my friend JK, also know as Bacon. The trip down the river in his jon boat opened my eyes to a whole new world of fly fishing.
As I drove to the launch I got a dizzying dose of déjà vu...
Kyle pulled in a few minutes after my arrival and not only brought his boat and a cooler full of iced goodies but he was kind enough to bring along his associate Mark Pavlovich.
I like meeting new fly fishers and Mark was no exception. It was only a few minutes after the launch and a short boat ride upstream before I saw that Mark was no newbie with the long rod. He sent long beautiful casts into likely seams and it occurred to me that if the fish were around we were likely to have a fine evening.
Kyle has been guiding on the big river for a few years and he has coined a phrase for the savage surface oriented attacks that smallmouth mount against baitfish...he calls it "The Crash".
"The Crash" seems a little like a slick marketing term that would sell guided fishing trips if printed on a glossy brochure...until you see it in person.
The word "Crash" defines the phenomenon perfectly.
I could go on and on about the fishing but I'd suggest, if you are interested, you give Kyle a call and let him show it to you first-hand.
My thanks to Kyle and Mark for letting an old beardless guy join them for an incredible evening.
Here's how it shook out:
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