Another day, another 30-40 Shad. I guess I hit it right yesterday. I got to my favorite rock at around three oclock and it was occupied. I went another 100 yards upstream to a slightly more precarious rock and started catching Shad immediatley. I stopped counting around two dozen and I continued to catch fish for another two hours. I was using the same 250 grain sinker but this time on a nine foot Loomis nine-weight. Much nicer but after a few hours, between casting and fighting fish,my forearm was pretty done. I packed it between two bags of frozen peas when I got home. Every fish I caught was on a Mickey Finn. The Loomis was not too much rod for the Shad. I hooked most of them in deep water and near the bottom. Between their hard fighting style and the current they were fine fare for the nine-weight. My only regret was that I lost what was probably an American Shad that I never got to see. It could have been a small Striped Bass, too. The water was quite clear for the Potomac and my perch was about six feet above the water surface so on the retrieve I could, for the first time, watch the fish flashing around the fly. It is amazing how many fish there were out there and how many pass at the fly on every retrieve. Since these fish do not eat on this breeding trek (so I have been told) I would love to know what motivates them to strike so gallantly at the fly. There were times when I either caught a fish or was hit hard and lost the fish on fifteen casts in a row.
Bob Abrams
McLean, Virginia
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