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!)
It’s that brilliant time of the year. Fall is a season of transition for people, climates, and my favorite, the animals. This is the time when age old symbols of the coming harshness of winter ignite the rut for deer hunting, send many of the fowl in differing directions, the salmon and steelhead start to run up river pending the right flows, life is good and beautiful and in a hurry. No better all around season for a sportsman.
Most midwest outdoorsman are putting down the rod and reel for the bow and gun as the leaves change. I grip harder to the rod and reel than any other time and for good reason; with the runs from the Lake Erie tribs not quite at peak numbers, atleast not enough for a two hour drive, it’s still October so I have (generally) a month of downtime before I’m heading east to the chrome packed streams. But October is my month for incredible violent takes, splashing tailfins, and beautiful wading; it’s time to target northern pike.
--Here’s a short shot over a day and half of fishing for those toothy rascals