I often fished in two farm ponds, puddles really, on a relative's land when I was a kid. I discovered that in a small pond, a cow's tracks in the mud (muddy bottome of the pond) constitute "structure". I learned that under the leaning, willow tree is a great place to fish. I learned that just because you don't see the snapper, doesn't mean that he isn't in there. I learned that brim will save the day on most any summer morning. I learned that farm ducks will be your friend if you throw them tiny bluegills. I learned that fish from tiny, muddy, "cow infested" ponds aren't good to eat. Ponds are fun, but I am still a creek rat first and foremost.
Ed

[This message has been edited by EdD (edited 10 February 2006).]