We all have those days that we won't soon forget and today was definitely one of them for me. Found Amber wind-whipped and nearly white capped. Decided to forego my usual area and headed for the relative protection of the far bank. Hit four large fish, 17-20", in first 30 minutes on a bloodworm, then nothing for next 30 minutes. Then Den shows up, a guy I'd fished with last year. He's headed up to the shallows so I reluctantly follow, getting wind-blown and water-sprayed the whole way and wondering if I'm gonna make it! Good call, Den!! The fish were on absolute fire! The best I've seen this year. Through the wind, waves and froth comes a monster chironimid hatch. For three brutal and bone-chilling hours, from 11:00 to 2:00, we hammer fish on all sorts of bloodworms and chironimids. It's chaotic...we can hardly communicate over the wind, rain and waves. My anchor wouldn't hold so I ended up in a controlled drift for a while. It was a feeding frenzy-I don't know how else to explain it. Often times our strike indicators were down within mere seconds of hitting the water. The wind was kicking up all kinds of food and the fish knew it. Then the wind subsided and the bite slowly tapered off, but not before we'd each caught several more. Dozens and dozens of small fish, the most I've ever seen in Amber in one trip, augmented nearly twenty larger fish from 16-20". No switchology needed today, just get something into the water. By 4:00 the sun was out, Amber was flat as glass, and not a fish would take.

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