I do service work, on machine shop machinery. It's field service, and I don't always have a call to make. Usually, if I haven't gotten a call from work by 11:00am, I'm home for the day. It's rare that I get a call for a job later than that, unless it's for the next day. I didn't have a call to make this morning, so by shortly after 11:00, I was headed for the lake.

I usually fish mid lake Cedar Creek, but it's getting late enough in the spring for lower lake spawning, so today, I drove down to the Caney City public ramp, and launched there. I hadn't fished that part of the lake in a while. I motored to a cove that used to work in spring the last time the lake was full, and tossed out a jig and bobber.

That's when my phone rang. Yep, it was my job, and as my boss was telling me where my service call was, I watched my bobber disappear. I tucked the phone onto my shoulder, hauled in a really nice crappie, took a quick photo, headed for the ramp, and made a bee line home to change and go to work. Some days go that way. On a positive note, the shallow fish are there. At least one was, anyway...


You'll notice there's no big smile on my face in this photo.

Nice fish Bud. Maybe you can get back to your spot tomorrow and load them up.

As always super fish. I know the feeling quite well over the years about being called into work. I did something about it. "I RETIRED"!