A good buddy of mine invited me out for some Delta Bassin’ last night. What a great change of pace from trout fishing. There is nothing delicate about fishin’ bass with a fly; big bugs, barbs, rope for leader, loud retrieves, and strong strip sets. The fight is nothing to write home about – it’s all about the eat. When these predators decide they’re going to kill your fly there are no bones about it. Most blow ups send a wake from bank to bank rockin the tules back and forth. According to the boys, we hit it right on: Water temps in the low 70s with an outgoing tide. The bucket-mouths were right where they were supposed to be and they were eating like there was no tomorrow.