The plan for Father's Day was to take a long, lazy float down the Delaware River and get after some smallmouths. I've been catching them pretty good lately, dad knew it, and as he always gets to pick the quarry on Father's Day, I wasn't shocked by his choice. The tube bite has been exceptional over the last few weeks, and I know that if brown tubes are on, live crayfish will be on even harder. On Saturday I set out to round up a few dozen for our trip and when I crossed the Delaware en route to my crawfish creek, it was flowing super high and the color of toilet water on enchilada night. So much for our Father's Day float.