Killer morning. Flat calm with back to back inshore tide rips. As the sun was coming up, about 5ish, I had one of those killer follows that gives your heart a jump start. About half way thorugh the retrieve a big silver came charging behind the fly so fast and so hard that I could actually hear the water going SWOOOOSH. When I felt the fish, I set hard and he went apesh!t. Being the dumb ass that I am I tried to play the fish completely from the reel and so he was lost. No more follows for half an hour until I hit one "trolling" which is what I call it when I roll cast and walk roll cast and walk. Landed this one and it was a beautiful little cutty about 12". Found a pocket of silvers and had some killer follows including one fish that came back for the fly again and again even after I set the hook and missed him. He was suicidal, but I still couldn't hook the bastard. Missed a coulple more in the vicinity until the tide went slack and I couldn't get through all the seaweed. I've never screamed at fish so much in my life as I have with these damn poppers. I'm always by myself on the beach yelling "Come on, come on, come back for it, yeah yeah, NO sonofabeech, ohhhhh, yeaaahhhh, NOOOOOOOO!"

Pink and white popper, heavy on the UV underbody, layered to achieve that perfect baitfish shape.