Ahh wonderful Spring, when a young man's thoughts turn to...panfish.
"Bream, stump knockers, copperheaded bream, bull bream. If a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, according to Shakespeare, then a bluegill sunfish would still be the same sporty fish by any of these monikers bestowed upon them by Tar Heel fishermen."
One of my favorite secret fishing holes is just loaded up with bluegill slabs bigger than my hand and I can't wait to cast my fly to them.
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