When the kids are catching one blue gill after another in every stump house, rock house, or bush overhang that they knock their red wiggler worms on, it is strange when no blue gill answer on a perfectly overhanging tree. A couple of throws and nothing. This bad neighborhood had a reason. Along came Craig (Dad) with his trickworm. A couple of wiggles later and this 3 pounder answered the door. The neighborhood is now safe for the blue gill to play since the bass was released by the boat.