Turkey season opens Saturday. I was doing some windshield scouting this afternoon.
Road follows a small creek to a low head dam. I know this place. The water spilling over the dam funnels off a little rock ledge onto a gravel spit then flattens into a pool that fills a sharp bend. The spot is about the size of a two-car garage. Usually fluctuates from torrent to trickle. Not today. Just about right. Fishy. 
Had a 7-foot 4 weight fly rod in the truck. Weather was sunny and breezy. Cool enough for a jacket. The water temp was barely touching 50 but . . .
Pulled on knee boots and waded onto the tongue of the gravel spit. Two casts. Two bass. Not large but feisty.
Pretty good afternoon of scouting.
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