Friday, May 31, 2013

Spring on the lake

I used to hate fishing for crappies with my dad. It seemed as though it was a chore for him as well. Over time we filled the livewell. Cleaned the fish. Usually with pressure for a family meal. Stationary, roped off in our boat to submerged stumps on calm gray lake in the early hours. Damp, fragrant, spring air  fishing tube jigs alone. Vertical. Silent.
Today, I cast and retrieve-very slowly. With a small clouser I fish methodically and bring crappies as well as largemouth to the boat. I hoot, sometimes play a tune and bring my young dog piper as well as my son. Im not sure if he hates it yet.