As I fished along today through the cypress trees of Lake Conway I felt each pelt of sleet take a little of my body warmth with it. The wind, sleet, snow, and rain took it's toll on me as I watched the water temps fall below 54 degrees...I wondered If the crappie were just as crazy as me and if they knew what I was going through up there trying to catch them. I thanked the Good Lord for allowing me to fish through another winter and I realized I was feeling the last sting's of Old Man Winter. Tight Lines


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