To a Different Drum
“Get the net. Get the net. Good fish.” My brother, Vernon Vollertsen, up for the day from Edmond to visit and fish, was indeed into a good fish of some sort, his rod bent into a deep bow, drag screeching line from the reel. Whatever it was, was going deep. We had been tossing jigs towards the shoreline back up in the Mud Creek Arm of Lake Keystone. All reports and history for this time of the year indicated that’s where the crappie should be, but they weren’t. Almost two hours of throwing variously colored jigs had proven that they weren’t. This spring’s fishing season has been a roller coaster ride of frontal passages, moving the fish in and out, in and out, and anybody’s guess as to where to find them from day to day. And now, after the rains have come, after four years of drought, the water is rising, and becoming murkier than it has been in four years. Even the hardest headed German can be hammered into shape by the events of the day. A change was in order, ...