This was the night that I have been waiting for. I came out with 15 crappie, but that's only half of the story. I got overtaken by what had to be every white bass in the lake. I'm guessing that I caught 5 whites for every crappie, maybe more than that. I went through 5 dozen minnows and caught some on jigs. I finally realized that if I fished on the bottom my ratio got a little better and I put a few crappie in the boat. At one point I noticed that I had blood all over my hand...and that it was mine. My right hand is just shreaded right now. I started out with 5 poles when things were quiet, then went to three and like an idiot I stuck with that...probly shoulda went to two. When I realized @ about 10:00 that I still hadn't had my ice cold yoo-hoo I just let all three hang there unbaited til I got a drink.
It would have been fun to have the kids with me, but in all honesty it would have been one tangled up mess after another. I had my three rods spread as far apart as I could reach, and those white bass still had me all wrapped up. I had several that I couldn't even turn at first, and before I could anything with em...train wreck. I really needed another guy in the boat. If was frustrating at first, but then I realized that I was having a blast and I was catching a crappie now and then.
Man, I'm going to bed. I feel like I've been hauling hay...
Sorry about the lousy pic, hard to get someone to take your picture at 1:00 in the morning.