Went to one of my favorite little bluegill holes yesterday afternoon. Usually I'm the only one there, but yesterday there was a kid there, 13-14 I'd say. And he had my spot! He was fishing two baitcasters, baiting them up and laying them on the bank, and sitting back in the shade waiting for a tug. Looked like he was using chicken livers and fishing them on the bottom. While I was there he horsed out 3-4 catfish, probably 14" or so. They weren't biting real well, but I managed 3 of these guys on a hopper with a pheasant tail dropper...



...but every time he pulled one out he looked over to see if I was watching. Actually I was doing just what I came to do, but I know he was feeling superior. Smug little punk.