The river is still a bit high so I thought I would mix things up and try a creek I haven't fished in for decades. Since the I remember the water being much cooler there and with the cooler evening temperatures, I broke out the waders for the occasion. First I gotta say, I had forgotten just how much more work it is to wear the waders. My knees, legs, and back were aching by the time I got back to the car. Anyway, the fishing was mediocre at best with lots of dinks, including a few I could have used for bait. I come upon what was the best looking hole of the evening and about 10 casts in, one slams my lure. It puts up a very nice fight and just as I get him within arms reach, he comes unhooked. My personal best smallie is 16", which I have tied about 4 times this summer, and I got a very good look at this one and it was clearly bigger. It was no 20" incher or even close but certainly would have been a new PB for me. The only thing worse than losing a PB is losing two. Sunday, I got one two within about three feet and lost it. x 2. I ended up pulling about a dozen fish with the best being an 11" lmb and an 11" smb. As I am wading back to the car, I am thinking to myself how nice it was to be warm and dry and not have shoes full of gravel. About five minutes later, I tripped on a large rock in thigh deep water and fell down, allowing my waders to fill with water.