Crappie Fishing. I was sixteen and floating a local reservoir in early May. The summer heat was new to us and our sunburnt skin and we had the pleasure of plumping around the lake in the “bass pup”, which is a small plastic boat suited for maybe two anglers, tight quarters. None the less we trolled the lake and probed all the coves we could find.
I remember sitting in the boat and going through lure after lure on my spinning outfit. Nothing seemed to work even though the day seemed to be perfect.
There are so many variables and bits of advice when it comes to fishing, it almost takes away the pleasure of fishing at times. I never really thought much about what I was doing in those early days, the method was keep trying different lures until something catches a fish (Which is still pretty much what I do today!)