I can't really speak for anyone else but here is my account of the day's fishing:
Woke up late, missed my alarms by 35 minutes. With a few choice curse words I put my jeans on in the dark, grabbed a couple granola bars and ran like the wind. I texted Kit as I pulled out of the driveway saying I'd be (great first impression). Drove as fast as I dare on the 401 to his place and met up with him and his buddy (didn't catch his username, might be hamiltonangler94). We plugged the destination in to the GPS and made the drive up to the dam. $20 to get in and park?! I don't think so! We parked at the bridge below the damn, threw on our gear and organized and set off in to the river. A quick chat with a couple guys right below the bridge wasn't a good sign, no nibbles at all. We waded up the river a bit and found a nice mix of pools, riffles and seams. Kit broke out his fly rod while myself and his buddy broke out the spinning gear. I threw on a no-name rainbow coloured (the fish not the natural phenomenon) spinner. We casted for a few minutes and without a nibble decided to make for the dam.
Now, I've fished a little in my past life, but never have I waded a river. Holy shnikes is that tough work (or maybe I am just not doing it right)! Took us a while (and a couple spills - two soaked waders) to get up to the dam. Along the way we met up with shmogley who was coming down stream. After a quick discussion and a few more casts we made it the rest of the way to the dam. I had switched to a soft bait minnow on a small jig head along the way and decided to switch back to the spinner. First cast in to the pool below the dam I thought I was snagging a few weeds, I gave the rod a jerk just to break it free and I felt it fight back; game on! Sadly though it was a quick fight, a little brown had taken my spinner about ten feet in front of me; he was hooked, and not in a nice way, right up through the top of his mouth and just under his eye. With Hamilton's quick work he got the hook out (thankfully I had bent the barbs back). We took a quick couple pics and got him back in the water. The poor guy was so tired he just hid amongst a couple rocks for a few minutes a couple feet to my left. To my relief as shmogley came over to check it the fish scooted off back to the deeper water; recovered enough to fight another day.
With the great start to the pool behind us we spread out a little and continued casting for pike, trout and whatever else may be in that pool. This is where the mid morning blues started setting in; first I lost my spinner out in the middle of the river and shmogley lost a rapala in the same area. Shortly after that both shmogley and I lost fish on hard baits right in front of us! We continued casting for a few hours- I lost another hard bait- before deciding to head up and over the dam to the other side of the pool where a fellow fisher was having a lot of luck.
Using the same hard bait (a Rapala original floating minnow F11) I kept casting on the other side of the pool. About a half hour later I had a strike, a big strike. I set the hook with a quick jerk (as "quick a jerk can get on a 12' noodle rod with 6lb line). With a flash and splash a pike broke the surface about 20 feet in front of me. Shmogley noticed and came to give me a hand. The pike took a couple short runs and I managed to get it about 6 feet in front of me but with one last flurry he made a short run down stream where he resigned himself to wait. With all the commotion Kit and Hamilton came down as shmogley was trying to net the guy; his trout net was far to small! I called for Hamilton to bring his bigger net over. Unfortunately at this point I was to far to get a good sight of the pike (he had gone to the other side of some rocks about 20 feet away down stream) and as Hamilton tried to net him we noticed the lure was sideways in his mouth. I let up on the line and with a quick shake it flung the lure out of it's mouth and dashed away from Hamilton's net. Damn! Hamilton figured it was about 8lbs and 30"+. A decent one for sure!
I spent the rest of the afternoon casting away, hoping to find that bugger's brothers and sister (which it most likely ate to get that big). Shmogley managed to land a good pike as well. We called it a couple hours later and trudged up the dam to head back (but not before casting a few spoons in to the lake side of course).
All in all I had a great time with those guys and would love to do it again. It's a great spot (though it got a bit busy as the afternoon wore on). I'll let the other guys fill in any other details.