Driftwood outdoors: Bluegill beds spawn lines of fun, good eating

As the bobber started to wiggle from the unmistakable bite of a fish, 2-year-old Henry Butler, my cousin’s son, shrieked with excitement.

I hoisted a plump bull bluegill into the boat, and little Hank, as I like to call him, paid me a much-appreciated compliment when he said to his father, “He caught another one, already.”

I challenge anyone to come up with a more enjoyable way to spend time outdoors with a child than sitting in a boat over a bed of bluegills, plucking them out one after another.

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