As I made my way towards the next flat there were plenty of exposed lower-slot fish, but I gave them a pass until one showed up in perfect casting position. I couldn't help myself, and the lure was inhaled without hesitation. I enjoyed the visual and continued on with a big smile after the fish was released. ON the next big shallow section I found a bunch of exposed fish and many of them were a little larger. These weren't huge fish, but were respectable mid-slot fish that were actively feeding and calling to me. For two hours I slowly pushed myself from one fish to the next. Some blew out, a few pulled the hooks after the eat, but many of them fought to the kayak and were released. At one point I broke out the fly rod and got it ready. As I looked around I counted six fish in all directions that were visible and within casting range. I casted to the one at the easiest angle and the fight blew the others out for a few minutes.
After 9am the wind began to come up, so I turned back towards the truck but maintained a slow and sneaky speed as the search continued. At one corner there were a few fish back in a small cul-de-sac so I turned in to play. I crept to 30 feet of one fish when it disappeared. It didn't spook but had dropped below the surface for a minute, so I waited ready to cast. Suddenly the fish showed up beside the kayak, passing towards the nose. As the fish passed my dangling bait, I gave it a small movement and the fish ate it right off the rod tip, spraying water all over me and the boat. This one was released too, and I resumed the slog towards the truck. By ten in the morning I had caught ten reds to add to the trout from early in the morning, and I had no complaints. I rushed home to clean up and by noon I was in the office working the second half of the day.
