[Walleyed]

My name is Jim and I'm a troller.

I was taught to troll as young boy on the waters of Lake Michigan and they told me it was an ok thing to do. Trolling has caused me tremendous grief throughout my life. Not only have I lost thousands of dollars of lures and terminal tackle to rocks, sunken trees and other snags, I have been the constant target for the ridicule of other, real fisherman. They told me, use the bait boy, stop dragging line and straining water. Put away those trolling ways and you'll grow up to be a fine fisherman.

After many years and much sorrow, I have hit rock bottom (and lost another umbrella rig) and finally acknowledged the error of my ways. It has been 5 months since I last trolled and, God willing, I won't troll today. However, the temptation is great. I see the bunker spoons flashing at me, the Stretch 25's asking for new hooks, my line counter reels begging to be put out to sing the song of drag pulling clicker.

But no, I will shuck clams, throw poppers and chunk bunker...it's better this way.