When I was fishing Springfield lake, before the invasion of outside weeds, as a teen, I was always amazed at the fish you could see in the water looking down from the bridge (More of a culvert).

I tried everything to entice those fish to bite, salmon eggs, corn, worms, spinners. I never was able to catch one.

Now that I am older and understand what the fish were doing lined up at the bridge (Eating nymphs and larva, in a protected spot) I am tempted to go catch one.

The temptation is killed by the thought of, "If I caught them then some other kid won't be able to vainly try to entice them to strike."

I miss that lake, I thought every fish under two pounds was a small fish growing up to be returned to the lake to grow bigger, too bad about the invasive weeds.