The river boils with big fish, the moon sheds light on the water, and there is peace. That peace is only interrupted by the sound of a fish feeding and the struggle to catch it. The river was empty of boats and anglers last night a disheartening occurrence. It seemed like the 2012 HEX season was over on the Au Sable, but the bugs showed up again and again I tried to catch the big one.
I consider them small when you only need one hand to hold them.