Fishing this water requires guerrilla casting tactics. I take two paddle strokes, grab the rod, and flick a spinner beneath undercut banks, into deep water on the far side of sandbars, and across the slack flow between buttressed cypress trunks. Backhand, forehand, underhand-most often there's only time for a cast or two before I have to grab a paddle and steer clear of vines, briers, blowdowns, or sandbars. And most times I'm well rewarded. I make a cast: a robin. Another cast: another robin. Next a small bass with an oversize attitude smacks a Beetle Spin so hard that lure and largemouth come out of the water together. Just downstream, Toler's rod is divining a 2-pound chain pickerel, what locals call a jack. It's essentially a Southern-grown version of a northern pike, small but with a similarly scaled wallop and teeth.