A pre-air show big fly strafing of the "Wall" sounded like a splendid idea. Smooth running in the early darkness, a couple of bug hunters meant weaving easily through a few Cyalume-lit lobster trap floats but other than that it was our own private Idaho.....even for a Sunday. Peter went to work quickly on the bass, showing no signs of rust while the boat driver, well, struggled to find the right motion. Our spotted quarry eventually settled on something red and black angled almost vertically with a few relucatant ticks while others slamming grabs. Weird for sure. A few gently descending droplets of rain, double handfuls of calicos, a single micro sandie, and full limits of laughs, it was so great to be back on our home waters. Staring at Lake Pacific all week, I think it may be time to trek the Edgewater across to more fertile waters next week 😁.