On my recent trip to Tennessee, I had to make a stop at the small lake near my parents' place that is my early season hot spot. The stop turned out to be only about 15 minutes, both because I had friends along and because it was downright COLD. Yep, I forgot how bone-chilling the humid air of the southeast can be. The recent cold front had ushered in gusty northwest winds and after catching a fish, I was happy to head back home.
Catherine McGrath Photograph
The crappie are not exactly on fire yet, or were not on that particular day. My educated guess says that the crappie fishing improved drastically this last weekend with the warm temperatures. Hopefully I'll find a good spot or two to chase some panfish nearby soon. Maybe, just maybe, even this afternoon...
