Three Simple Selections for Spring Smallies

I can recall my first smallmouth bass as clearly as the blue skies of the late spring day on which it came to my jig. Sitting on the shoreline casting the eighth-ounce ballhead out over the small muddy point on the Sheyenne River just a few days after school had let out for the summer, an endless supply of slime-covered bullheads came to the nightcrawler-tipped offering I dragged up the break. In...