After a disappointing performance by the Tigers on Saturday night, I found solace in the cool, clear waters of a Florida parish creek on Sunday afternoon. It’s been too long since I’ve made a wade trip on a creek, but yesterday was a great time for it. The weather was perfect and the water low and clear – great for the fly rod. It was reinvigorating spending some time outside alone with Mother Nature. The weather may have been too perfect though, they say that fishing is always tough on a bluebird sky, yesterday proved that theory. The idea is that the higher pressure gives the fish lockjaw – that will be my excuse as to why the fishing was so slow yesterday. I did bring two to hand and in thrilling fashion. Each bass annihilated my topwater popper on impact with the water, then tailwalked across the surface, dancing around sunken logs upon realizing they were hooked. It was an impressive show that I’m happy I got to see twice.