Since it's going to rain all weekend, I decided to get my fill of crappie fishing during the week after work. I hit Oxbow last night, again. I've been doing pretty well there, even when the water temp was around 42 to 45 degrees. I suppose I should have realized that past performance is no indication of future performance. I was :S . The dreaded skunk had me dead to rights and it was oozing its funk all over and wagging its nasty finger in my face. If anyone was at Oxbow last night, that wasn't a dead animal you smelled. That was the fishing skunk in all its glory. I couldn't find anything in my bag of tricks that the crappie liked or wanted. I had twisters, rooster tails, tiny tubes, crappie nibbles, begging, whimpering, prayer and my new favorite, lipless crankbaits in every color of the rainbow. Nada for 2 hours. Four weak bites, no fish. As darkness neared (7:30), I had a crappie hit my rattlin rapala so hard I was thinking BASS. It was a fat, fat, fat, huge crappie. As I raised my rod tip to scoop her up, up went the rapala into the air and off swam miss fat and happy crappie. Dang. At this point I accepted getting blanked. It happens. But since I take getting skunked fishing for crappie personally, I broke out the old trusty roadrunner, just for old times sake if nothing else. Third cast, after I paused my retrieve about 6 feet from me, I gave it a jerk, retrieve, jerk, And Bang. A fat 13" white bass. The skunk was skunked. I was so happy I just let it swim around and bend my rod for a few minutes, figuring this was it for the night. But 4 casts later, I got a consolation 12" crappie. Not as big as the first, but I wasn't complaining. And then I thanked the Creator, Blakemore, for making the roadrunner and keeping me off the skunked list, yet again, and called it a night. So what did I learn yesterday, besides not taking crappie success for granted? The staging columns of crappie are broken up and they are on the hunt for baitfish. They are shallow (less than a foot) to shallow-deepish (6-10 ft), in 15 to 25 feet of water off points. Which means, you have to find them, they are on the move. The water temp was 50-55 degrees on average. Males are not in shallow water yet. I suspect they'll be there real soon. I was so giddy I even took a picture before I committed them to the depths of my stomach. I hardly ever take pictures.