The Bluegill Hunter
SUDDEN, VIOLENT, predatory surge came from where my weary bluegill was holding, attached to my fly, barely below the surface, yet out of view. It stunned me. All the possible critters that might chomp a bluegill—snapping turtle, cottonmouth, bowfin, loon, alligator—flashed in my mind. But we have none of those here in Western Washington. So it had to be a largemouth. But that didn’t seem right either,
