Ahh…summertime. A bluegill says summer like blue skies and sun and thunderstorms and cool nights and sweltering heat and mosquitoes and baseball and the Fourth of July and black raspberry pie. Whether it’s caught on worms or poppers or hoppers or sakasa kebari tied on hooks from Japan or coated in fry magic and sizzling in a pan…a bluegill says summer. Playing right field and swatting at flies instead of catching them and sneaking down to the pond, scrounging rusted hooks from the ground and tying discarded mono to a stick. You can say a lot or you can say a little you can rank them on the top bottom or middle – long ear, green, pumpkin seed, bluegill, warmouth, red ear or whatever…nothing is like summer like sunfish.