Bunch of pictures from my pre-season visit to one of the best producing smallie locations on the state. I hear stories and read books about the 20+ inchers that call these waters home. Hopefully, if Graduate school doesn’t take me too far away, I’ll visit it over the summer. I catch myself dreaming of tossing blue poppers to the downed trees, breaks in the currents, and rock ledges; imagining the silhouetted smallies jumping for freedom while the sun sinks low in the sky. Dreams can become reality. In my case, sooner rather than later; Summer’s right around the corner.