Heat of the day. Packed SUV's leave dust contrails on their way north with float tubes plastered to the roofs. Pretty soon Silver Creek is left with those who don't know any better or those who hope the weed beds will soon be smothered in a giant blue orgy. I've banked on it plenty of times and come up empty handed. It's a bit of a roll of the dice, but when it happens and enough fish are keyed into Damselflies, it'll make for a memorable afternoon.