I had the chance to get back up to the Wildflower after I kicked Pal in the neck for not wanting to fish this river sooner. After a long deliberation with, Pal, he agreed to let me show this pearl to trustworthy pal. So Fred and I made the trip east without trouble and pulled up to the crystal clear Wildflower. She was lower this time, but still as beautiful as I remembered. The wildflower is a lot like a Ginger, you love them when they love you and want to curse them when their temper when they turn cold. The first couple hours were a fish here fish there, and then from 11:00-3:00 the river reminded of why I think of her of a ginger. She was playful and full of life. Didnt stick any toads but managed to catch around 20-25 over 8 hours. I had a great time fishing with Fred and learning what that master knows about smallies. Fred, thanks for driving and look forward to doing it again.
Pal