Tale of Crappie Town
By Tom Herman
of Gull Guide Service
Crappie Town is unlike any other town. Shanties, which face every direction, spring up along haphazardly designed trails and roads. There are no street addresses, no mail routes, making the task of locating a friend nearly impossible. Only by recognizing the color of ones shanty or the presence of their vehicle is it possible to find someone in Crappie Town.
There are no zoning laws here. In Crappie Town, one can stake their claim anywhere one feels, for land is free in this growing metropolis. Crappie Town has no boundaries or city limits. The town is free to grow and move at will, sometimes abandoning it's previous locale for one more desirable, and at times this is accomplished in the course of a weekend.
Crappie Town is also similar to any other town. There are neighbors who are quiet and those who are noisy, some who are liked, some who are despised. Sometimes a fellow Crappie Towner will drop by to see how you are doing while some will not speak to others at all choosing to be reclusive and secretive.
Crappie Town also has it's own highway department, a single snowplow makes it's rounds, keeping the main drag open for travel throughout the season.
We staked our claim on the far outskirts of Crappie Town knowing that sooner or later the sprawling community would engulf us. We placed the house along a major thoroughfare, more for convenience than anything else. Location does not seem to matter in Crappie Town, for the real residents, the fish who swim below the ice, roam at will beneath the seasonal city.
This first night, the fish did not seem willing to attend our house warming party. The ones that did attend became the guests of honor. They were placed in their very own 5-gallon bucket where they were soon joined by friends and family. They had to be coaxed though, by enticing them with small jigs and wax worms, a local delicacy.
And so passed another night in Crappie Town, Norway Lake, Minnesota.