Michigan Smallmouth Frenzy

“Around nine p.m., I tied on one of my white mayfly creations: A parachute fly white harlene-dubbed body with a glow-in-the-dark wing post and, I kid you not, a pair of my cat’s whiskers for its tail section. A half an hour later, all hell broke loose and the water was literally boiling with the slashing, frantic rises of buffet-bound smallmouth and crappie.” John Heider has an almost-out-of-body experience fishing for Huron River smallmouth during a white mayfly hatch. On HometownLife.com.

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