Once a year, my father and his brothers all take a trip to the White River in Calico Rock, Arkansas for some much needed relaxation and trout fishing. Two years ago, my father and his brothers headed on up and I had to wait a day later because of work. Finally, I made it there and found that the trip had been pretty much a disaster so far. My uncle had lost his brand new 9' WM Pro Series crappie rod and he was pouting. On top of that, when he lost it, he fell out of the boat and he was mad. After hearing the story, I told him to not worry that I would find the rod if he showed me where he lost it. He didn't believe me and told me not to worry about it. The next morning I fished with my dad and he noticed that the water level had dropped overnight. The fishing was ok in the morning and slacked off later in the afternoon, so we went looking for the spot where he lost the rod. My dad couldn't remember where they were because the water had fallen so much, everything looked different. We went down a small chute and found a bare rocky island that looked like a good spot for my father to relieve himself and while he did I took a walk down the island. I walked about 30 yards and saw something glimmer in the sun up ahead. As I came upon it I realized it was a rod, but not my uncle's. It was a good one too, Browning Citori with reel. I walked a little further and found another rod, but again, not my uncle's. This one was an inexpensive ultralight from BPS. Looking ahead, there was not much island left and my dad was finished and hollering for me, but I forwarded on. Another 20 yards and ran into water, but as I turned around to head back, off to the side, up under a rock was my uncle's crappie rod!! I couldn't believe it. Apparently, when the rod went in it tumbled down river until it hit a high spot and got stuck. Then the water dropped and exposed them all. I went back to show my father and he couldn't believe it. 3 rods on one island!! I made my uncle suffer for the rest of the day until after supper and presented him with his rod. This is not the first time this has happened. I have caught rods on other occasions. Heck, just the other day my father caught a Zebco 33 and rod at Lakeview in Desoto County, MS.