Ah, the old fall dock-flipping bite is on. Love it!
Funny story ... Donna and I were up there several years ago fishing the Champion owners tournament. We typically struggled in that deal but this particular year the dock bite kicked in just in time. Found the pattern Thursday and spent Friday searching out all the right docks, mostly in the Kings.
Felt progressively worse Friday afternoon and by 6 p.m. I was in bed at Schooner Creek Resort with every blanket we had over me. Had come down with the flu. Being hardheaded, I insisted on fishing the next day. Still running 101-104 fever, I did my best but it took a real toll on my normal accuracy. I chipped the paint off a dozen jigs by clanging them off every boat lift and dock post in the Kings River and beyond. Ended up with three keepers that weighed over 11 pounds (yeah, the size was right) and lost another half dozen in that same size range. Should've had 16-17 pounds, which would have been right at the top of the leaderboard.
Against my will (sort of), we were packed up and headed home before dark ... Donna having ruled that we were NOT fishing the second day of the derby. Probably a good thing since we ended up at the ER the next day to find out I already had pneumonia.
Anyhoo, congrats on the win, Stone. Love that dock bite!