Always been a panfisherman. Hardcore, would chase the bite for the biggest fish all over the state. Best and one of the most memorable was a bluegill trip with my old man. Early summer the big bulls had not suspended yet. Hanging on the weededges in about eight feet of water. One such weededge that was worth checking was only about 150 yards from the boat launch. Left the launch at 7:40 had the boat on the trailer at 8:20.
Had the cooler full with our fifty, all right around nine inches and tall. Nearly perfect circles you could barely get a hand on them. It was seriously drop the bait to the bottom and set the hook. Did not even have time to get them in the cooler. Just had fish flopping on the floor.
