I've watched guys troll for crappie. The rod goes down (I mean we're talking crappie here, so don't expect it to GO DOWN), they grab the rod and start cranking.....and the crappie skitters across the surface.
I mean for the love of all things, get a limit, and then go do something more exciting, like take a nap. How freakin' bored out of your skull do you have to be in order to look forward to doing that day after day after day...all Summer long?
But they do! The same guys, nearly every day, out there pulling and pushing little crankbaits for hours upon hours. How many dang crappie can a guy possibly eat?