Chuckin' things that float.
Fly? Spin?
Does is matter?
Hardly.
These are pike after all.
And it's gettin' to be fall.
Summer heat turns to frosty nights.
Shallow bays cooling dramatically from the summer.
Large pike return.
A big pike in shallow is looking for one thing.
And usually takes it.
When he wants it,
He eats it.
There is no failure to communicate with pike.
And there aren't many you can't reach come fall.