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By; Glynn Harris
It almost didn’t happen. A real close call if ever there was one.
It was mid-April in 1992. My plans had been carefully laid out and the level of excitement was starting to build as I contemplated what was about to take place.
The weather was warm, purple martins were twittering overhead and the woods had already turned a bright green. For me, that meant only one thing; the bluegills were moving to the beds to spawn and I already had my ultra-light spin-cast rigs loaded with tasty looking little jigs on some and hooks, sinkers and floats on others. All I needed was to load up, grab a bucket of crickets and head for the pond where I knew the fun was about to begin.
Then, the phone rang. It was my outdoor writer friend from Alabama, John Phillips, offering me a turkey hunting trip to Alabama. I had begun to plan how to thank him for thinking of me but declining his invitation because the bluegills were calling me.