I could see that they were bluegills rumpling the surface. I’d had cataract surgery the winter before and now my peepers were giving me 20/20 in both eyes. Miraculous.
A roving school of bluegills, not feeding but first-stage spawning, puts out a certain wave height, like a breeze-brushed surface. This school, about the size of a queen-size mattress, was making its way across the surface of this 100-acre lake.
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