I did a scouting mission during daylight yesterday in search of emerging pad fields. I found a pretty good stretch in an area I usually don't do well in, but it's near the deep spot, so why not. Plus, I wanted to try out my new hip waders. Until the other day I've only had fulls. I talked to my bud about 8pm. He'd just wrapped up a quick dusk sesh, but was frozen and done for the night. Told him that I was heading up to a juicy spot I'd found earlier at about 10:30 'cause I had a feeling. He paused, but then said "I'm in". It was 37F with 10mph NE winds when we got there, and naturally the spot I chose was on the west bank. That didn't matter though because on my 3rd cast down the bank of the Keitech Noisy Flapper I got a nice scrapper. A few minutes later my bud got one too on a twitching fluke, and the cold didn't matter much anymore.
I worked my way north throwing a few wakes and glides, but found nothing. I just got a new Quantum Tour S3 and was hoping to hook up with it. It's always nice getting that first fish on new gear. It doesn't always happen right away for me, so I was pumped when a nice chunk slammed my Berkley Champ swimmer. Great fight!
I got a 3rd a few minutes later, but in the moment somehow forgot I wasn't in chest waders. It was a shock when the 45 degree water poured in and hit my foot. Wet foot, wet leg, and cool and the gang were soaked and frozen too. It was a mere 1000 ft. trek through the woods and a creek sloshing all the way back to my truck, no biggie. Miserable and happy at the same time, I was just glad I had the sense to have spare socks in the glove compartment. I started practicing my explanation immediately as to why I was driving naked from the waist down in tube socks and sneakers. I wasn't pulled over thankfully. It felt good to make it home without a rap sheet.