End of Season Surprise
by Alan Luecke
(Kansas City, MO)
Little Mill Creek
Back in mid November before the arctic single digits, I was working in a house that backed up to Little Mill Creek. I assumed things had shut down with the weather, but I was there and so was the creek so it became take your Soyokaze to work week.
At lunch I would hit the creek for a half hour and had consistent luck with some creek chubs that were hanging out in a hole under that big root ball.
Bead head killer bugs in a variety of flavors got down to where the fish were hanging out. The nice chub in my hand was just under 8 inches long. I think I caught that guy three time over the course of the week.
The water was down to trout temperatures and the chubs were doing there best to play the part. A nice way to finish things up.
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