Springfield Lake Sat. April 19th Report

[zander]

I headed down to the lake about 1:00 PM. It seemed like it was going to be a normal day of fishing, but fate had other ideas. At the intersection of Republic and S. Campbell the day revealed itself to me. A young fella of around twenty displeased with the hesitation of the driver in front of him gave a little honk of his horn to help that car move out of the merge lane and down towards Nixa. Evidently this act struck a nerve, since the hesitant driver got out of the car and walked back towards the young man's car. As traffic backed up this LADY started in with wild finger pointing, flailing of her arms, and a rooster strut back and forth in front of the young guy's door. A landscaping truck with loaded down trailer gave a honk after a minute of waiting patiently and drew the look of the devil and a mean finger shake from the lady who had I not known better, could have taken for a Sunday School teacher. As with all storms named after women, she blew herself out eventually and got back in her Subaru wagon and left. To me this was great. Not having many cows to refer to in that part of town, I surmised that that lady is roughly equivalent to a cow, and if she was a cow, my bet would be that she'd have a mouthful of grass.

With this positive prediction, I made it to first the upper part of the lake. The water was very clear with visiblity four to five feet easy. I threw mainly spinnerbaits along the fallen trees but with no takers and no followers except for sunfish. I finally decided to search for more colored water so I headed below the dam. With waders on I strolled down pitching the spinner in the most wonderful locations. I kept this up for a while but still nothing. What I though were bass jumping along the far bank were finally exposed with the glimpse of peach colored circle lips and a pewter face. Carp. Something caught my eye to the left. I looked and saw a rod and reel twirling end over end six feet above the head of a fisherman with a very aggravated look on his face.

I now realized that I had interpretted the signs all wrong. If the lady was a cow, she would not have been eating grass, she would have been too busy charging something. Things seemed to be in an onery mood. I had a good time not catching anything. In fact I only saw one person who had done well. An old old fella in a 10 ft jon boat had been parked in one spot the whole afternoon. As I waded back up past him I saw he had a rope stringer tied to the side of his boat and it was full of flopping fish. He was fishing with a good-sized bobber but I do not know if they were crappie or sunfish, probably sunfish.

But I got my fishing time in nonetheless so I can face another week of work.