We enjoyed a big cake pan of crappies and brook trout fillets for dinner the other night. The crappies were freshly pulled from the deep weed line of a nearby lake. The brookies had a longer journey. They recently swam the cold streams of Cook County, making their final splash in the hot grease of our fryer. My brookie chasing days are winding down. Now, I rely almost entirely on my kids to gather them. When I was young, one of my jobs was to supply three freshly caught brookies on demand for my dad. Luckily, Big Otter Creek flowed on the backside of our 10 acres. Two wasn’t enough, four...