Took a trip up to the Dan River, close to the Virginia line, to do some fly fishing for trout.  I was fishing an epoxy ant in a deep hole, when I caught a small creek chub.  While I was reeling him in something was attacking it and trying to eat it. I couldnt exactly make out what it was, but I assumed it was a trout. After seeing that, I tried to find a fly that would match the creek chub.  The closest thing I had was a conehead kiwi muddler.  I was letting the fly drift along the bottom when I felt like I had a snag and then my line took off.  My first thought was that I had a nice sized trout.  After getting him closer to the surface I saw that it was a nice sized smallie.  He was an awesome fighter, now I know why people enjoy catching them so much.

Just to let you know, there is no cure for "Smallie Fever"!