I find myself day dreaming about a week or so this last spring that were just insane. It was Lake Whatcom, around spawning beds with poppers. 20 or so to hand and nothing smaller than 2 pounds with the biggest about 4.5 while fishing under a full moon. Tie up some classic half red, half white poppers and go out on a full moon when the barometer hasn't moved for a while (this takes some luck but happens around here). It can be EPPPPIIIICCCC.