Son and I took our kayaks to a county lake this morning. It started of slow but really picked up late in the morning. We split up and both tried some spots that have been being good to us with mixed results. I found my son in the back of a pocket and he was just catching small bluegill on worms with a keeper now and then. I anchored next to him and pulled out my fly rod I hadn't used for 20+ years and began catching one keeper after another. For some reason they wanted my head head black wooly butter. Forgot how much fun it is with a fly rod.