The year was 1970, and I was being raised to be a crappie fisherman by a crappie fisher-man—my father, Mick. We were live-bait fishermen. A 3-inch minnow hooked lightly under the dorsal fin on a No. 4 Eagle Claw hook, with a small split shot and a red-and-white round bobber above it, was our go-to.
Occasionally, however, my pop would break tradition and tie on a 1/8-ounce marabou jig tipped with a minnow. The color always the same: chartreuse. No whites, no reds, no yellows, no multicolor schemes. Just chartreuse.
So, I grew
