With spinning rod in hand, my tournament partner stood on the forward casting deck while, atop the poling platform, I held a baitcasting outfit. Soon, a wake materialized 40 feet off the port side. Instinctively, Laramy opened the bail, lobbed a weedless spoon, and connected with a member of the pack causing the V-shaped disturbance. The rest altered course and came right at us. So I flipped a swimbait, landed it softly ahead of the reds, and received the same aggressive response. A moment later, we netted the doubleheader.