The trip when I found color was definitely important was a dark and stormy night tournament on Table Rock. My partner was absolutely kicking my tail on tomato red salt craws. I couldn't get a bite on any other of the normal colors fished at night and he only had 6 of them. Finally he tossed a torn up one in the bottom of the boat, I rigged it up, bam first cast landed the only fish I caught all night.