Now, don't get me wrong: it's not about the size of the fish. Those little 'picks can be a real challenge, and they wake, jump, and strike with lots of force. On this trip, however, I couldn't buy a 10- to 12-inch pickerel. Every trailing wake looked more like that of a submarine, and for two hours my buddy Mark and I were treated to a slam-fest of slime darts in the 1- to 3-pound range. Same lures, same spots, same presentation as always, just much bigger fish than I've ever caught down there.