Back to Foster. I couldn't keep the stupid 8-inch yellow fin perch off my flies! I was using two flies and catching two of the blasted things at a time. Eventually, when the take felt like a perch, I didn't bother setting the hook. Unfortunately, this meant that when I finned back to where I was last Saturday, I thought it was a perch so I didn't set the hook and a large smallmouth jumped and spit out my fly. It looked to be the same size as the large one that I caught last week. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was the same fish because it gave me the fin when it jumped. The wind wasn't as bad this time so flipping back to the launch wasn't that difficult. But... the boaters kicked it up a notch. They added a new dimension to the term "zoo". I think the boat level and jet skiis was up to 11 on the dial. When I first arrived, there was no one else close to where I was fishing. Then I looked up and suddenly.... this: Once the noise showed up, that seriously stopped any manner of bite. I did finally manage to land a medium size smallmouth. It took the upper pattern (olive WB)... a perch grabbed the lower pattern while I was taking the hook out of the mouth of the bass. Danged perch! I didn't get a single bass with any of the rubber leg patterns I've been tying. Nothing. Evidently, unlike most smallmouth, the bass at Foster are not keen on rubber legs... even when they're black legs. The only patterns that have worked for me to catch the bass have been WBs and mostly in some manner of green color. I didn't get skunked and if I was trying to catch yellow fin perch, it was a banner day. But I wasn't... and the blasted things wouldn't leave me alone.