Salad Days . . .
. . . of June.
Pond shallows, turtle banks, all is lush.
The largemouths chase small fry.
Feathered bright as the white sky.
Herons all angle up modest luck.
(3) – a three-pound athletic bass was wrestled to the shaded green bank, the two of us tethered by 6X (4 lb.) monofilament tippet of a kind ideal for tenkara. Two runs had just bent the TUSA Yamaha rod into a bridge arch over turmoiled topwater. There had been a witness, Jesse Valentin, who earlier, with, together we watched the tall white bird spear pinch a brace of bluegill.
June = Bass
King Sunfishes.

Jesse; “Heron 1, Bluegill 0” (NYC 06 2017)
Heron Approved.
— rPs 06 05 2017
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