The next day, I excitedly made the walk back to the spot of the previous day, but I was sad to see that I was beaten to the spot.


There they all were, just like my “source” said — about 5, or 6, Asian “Crappie Masters” all reeling in fat ones.
When I walked up on them, they quickly waved, and invited me to join them — so I greatly thanked them, and started making casts, but a little ways away from them.


Well, I made one drift after another drift, and could not get a single bite, while my friendly hosts, about 20 feet from me, were reeling in one crappie after another.


They were in the drift “Zone” where the fish were. I was only 20 feet from them, but I was drifting in a fish-less zone.
A couple of times, when the wind blew my bobber close to their “zone”, I immediately hooked a fish.


The bite stopped abruptly, and we all left.


I returned the next day, and was alone again for the same action, but you had to stay in the “zone”!


Some years, like this year, the water is too high to walk to the spot. But I will keep returning when I can, for more possible great crappie action.


But, I would have missed it all — had I not asked for a little “local knowledge”.