To my delight, the big bream were still there.
I usually don't catch that many bass from here but this one was looked to be quite healthy.
The cast before this fish I hooked into a HUGE bass (yeah, yeah, another 'one that got away story...). She pulled out line for about a five seconds with two attempted jumps and finally spit my little size 12 Bead Chain Bream Killer (that's what I've decided to call one of my flies in a previous post) out. I say attempted jumps because in my experience catching bass above about 6 pounds, they usually can't get air born very easily, around 5 pounds can sky rocket out of the water with relative ease - bigger fish can't do it that well (that I've experienced). I was very shaken and my return cast to the same spot brought me the nice bass above. After that fish I just stood there and looked at the water shaking. Yet another fish to haunt me.
I've never even seen a HINT of large bass in this little one acre pond so this was a big and pleasant surprise.
I now have a little more incentive to wake up early to begin my day the way God meant me to start it.