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Those wonderful, yummy crappie

CrappieLast week, I did something I love to do: I went crappie fishing.

I don’t get to crappie fish near as often as I want. And when I do get to go, I often discover the fish were biting marvelously the day before yesterday and the week before last, but for some strange reason, the bite at the time of my visit is sadly off.

“They got a bad case of lockjaw about the time you pulled out of your driveway this morning,” I often hear.

Not so this time. The crappie in my favorite lake were on a tear, gorging on threadfin shad to get in shape for the spawning season just ahead. Even I had no trouble hooking and landing them.

I was fishing with four friends: Jerry Blake, Jim Erickson, Darryl Morris and Brian Rodgers. We had been fishing just minutes when Erickson hoisted an almost-2-pound crappie into the boat, and Blake quickly followed with another dandy. I got snagged in a brushpile right off the bat, but soon landed a crappie, too—a 1-pound-plus black crappie full of fight. Read more