Gotta admit - I think I'm getting as comfortable throwing popping bugs and bluegill flies as I was throwing copper johns to browns out in the black hills. And in it's own way, it's just a pretty.

And there's nothing like the "whooooomp!" of a bass inhaling your popper as you chug past the moss and weeds.

At one point I caught 3 bass on 4 casts. Here's one of them - low light makes the pic a little fuzzy, but you get the point.
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