We rowed straight across to the Virginia side and about 150 yards downriver, anchored, and dropped our Dickie jigs, the ⅛-oz. bucktail jigheads tied by Dickie Tehaan primarily in brown, purple, yellow, and white. Within a minute Paula had boated a good one. They bit well for 15 minutes, then stopped. The outgoing tide was already being offset by the increased water coming downstream. It was in effect a dead tide, which perch don’t much like. We changed spots a few times, would get enough hits to think things were looking up, and then they’d turn off again. It was a lot of work for few fish, but there was always the possibility they’d turn on again. I caught and released several 15-inch striped bass, then caught a 20-inch walleye. “You want ’im?” Paula asked. “I had some last week and they tasted too muddy for me.” I decided I did want him. We caught about eight more perch, enough for a few meals, and headed in around 11.