Thursday AM I stopped by one of my spots on SC just to check out how blown out it is. On my way back to the car I ran into a guy headed in with his fishing gear.
We stopped to talk - I asked him what he usually catches there. He said, "trout". Now I'm not one to laugh at folks - especially when they're bigger than me - so I kept my mouth shut. I told him I fished there frequently but only caught chubs, 'gills and sometimes small bass. But maybe I'm doing it all wrong.
He had what looked like a medium casting rod with a spincast reel. Looked like 6 or 8 lb line, a bobber & a split shot strung on it. He said he'd cut the tip of the rod off so he could cast into tight spots. I said "good luck" & went on my way.
Reminded me of a chapter from Sparse Gray Hackle's classic, Fishless Days, Anling Nights
where he & a buddy run into a guy fly fishing on the Beaverkill. The guy's all excited about the huge trout he had in his creel. He shows them and they, being polite, don't tell him it's a chub.
One man's trout is another man's chub. Just like my larry is your smallie.
Keep calm and fish on...
There's a fine line between fishing and just sitting there looking stupid