What one must do. When the wife says it's time to go fishin' one must obey.
We paid a call to a lake in south central Indiana yesterday and, while there were
signs that the party was winding down, the gents were still in their tuxes.
we kept about twenty and only a few were females. While the males looked
spent, the females were still carrying eggs. We could afford to be picky and
only kept those between 10 and 11 inches. We only fished crappie for about
90 minutes. After we had enough "meat fish" said wife tied on a small floating rapala and
I just paddled the canoe along the shoreline and let her hassle the bluegills and
small bass. After we got home, I cut the filets off and she skinned them. The
freezer is looking good.
fish on,
rivereddy