Rusty Spoons

My family and I were on a vacation to Niagara Falls, which gave me the opportunity to fish the river on a dreary and rainy Sunday Morning. After stopping off at Creek Road Bait and Tackle for some crayfish and hooks, we went to the New York Power Authority fishing pier: a favorite spot among locals. When we arrived, at the coffee-necessitated hour of 6:30, I was discouraged to see two rain drenched anglers quickly walking back to their car. I didn't bother to ask "how was the fishing", because I knew the answer might have been too hard to swallow. I had bought crawfish from the bait-store to use on a Carolina Rig with about 15 inches of 8lb. fluorocarbon leader. I had never never used crawfish as bait before, but I had frequently caught them from a local stream near my house. These crawfish, however, were vastly different from the ones I usually caught, for they were about the size of my fingernail and had very soft exoskeletons. I was instructed by the very helpful bai