I was instantly 5 years old again, fishing under the dock lights at a neighbors lake cabin where crappie congregated close to a downed tree
The fish were a willing participant in the memory throwback and we laughed and did our best North Dakota/Midwestern accents as each fish was hooked and played to the boat
We as fly fishermen and women can tend to get a little too uppity about fish we go after in our time afield and this week's afternoon trip to a local lake loaded with crappie was a great reminder that trout arent the only game in town
After all, dipped in panko and pan fried, crappie are a hell of a lot tastier than those Oncorhynchus Mykiss
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