Every year I attend a 4th of July party at the lakeside home of friends in Prior Lake. They live on Candy Cove, which is the home of an enormous raft-up party. This year was no exception.
I always take an ultralight rod to the party and fish off the dock for an hour or so each year. In the past, it has been one fish per cast, using a small jig with a small plastic under a bobber. My record is eight species. All this despite heavy boat and swimmer traffic.
This year, lake levels are down, and the weeds aren't as thick. Fishing was slow, with a sporadic bite on sunnies and small largemouths.
Then, a thunderstorm blew in. As soon as the rain ended, I returned to the dock. One fish per catch for about 20 minutes...all black crappies between 8 and 10 inches. Then the bite stopped as suddenly as it started.
People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing. ~ Ed Zern, 1947