Times have been peacefull in the pond of late, lots of rain and mud provide an adequate moat to keep the humans away. Relax, and enjoy the plentiful eating my fellow fish.
(Insert “Jaws” music here) The day is dry, the remote ponds are accessible and the dark shadow of the canoe casts ominous shadows like a storm cloud closing in. Had the denizens of the pond known it was Rick on the other side of the shadow, they would have all swum away. But alas, another pond succumbs to the ravage of Rick’s tight lines.
I cover the same type of ponds that Rick does, only in south-west Illinois. One has a population of crappies that I “accidentally” catch while targeting gills. Where do I find the pattern for a perch-a-bou? I’d like to increase the number of crappie caught. I enjoy Rick’s column. We can’t all live on the spring creeks and mountain streams or it would be very crowded, and then everyone would want to find a farm pond to fish!
Rick,
I always enjoy reading your articles! My uncle lives in Iowa City, and he always tells me of the monster bluegills he catches through the ice on local farm ponds. One of these days I’m gonna make it up there!