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| Written by The Lip RIPPERS |
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I woke up in the cab of my uncles 1969 Ford pickup just after sunup, looking out the window I observed shoreline and water, I'm at Eufaula lake, they loaded me into the truck asleep @5:00 am and hauled me with them fishing on a warm March day. I was only 11 years old at the time but my uncle Troy and his cousin Bitsy were no where in sight. I grab my rod and small tackle box and start fishing knowing I'll find them later. I cut my teeth bank fishing for crappie and never looked back!
Where are they Bitsy, we asked? Well boy's right over there! He'd pointed out a sloping bank with button willows 1/2 under water with good water color and peagravel bottom. We eased out into the water on the backside of the willows and I instantly heard the hookset and loud splashing of a big black male crappie. After taking out around 25 between us both in a spot not 10' I hooked 2 big ones and let them throw the hook....Dang it boy! say's Bitsy now it's over, and sure enough my grizzly old cousin taught me how to fish the spawn wading, reading the water before ever getting in it, watching for baitfish and paying close attention to conditions.
We usually witnessed lots of bank fisherman using minnows and occasionally catching a few, but why aren't they wading I asked? Probably scared of snakes exclaimed Bitsy! Or they just dont want to work at it. After 30 years I never miss a spring spawn on my home lake, so if your ever on Eufaula lake and hear someone laughing loudly and and hear fish splashing, It might be me.....or Troy & Bitsy, gone now but I can still hear them laughing even today.
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