That was always a favorite saying back in the 1970s amongst my friends. I had grown up with my parents and siblings fishing. Dad taught us how to dig for worms and bait a minnow and using a cane pole with a red and white bobber. At first he would break off a branch from a tree along the shoreline but we graduated to cane. So many memories. As I grew into bass fishing in the 1970s and their fancy rigs and equipment and 3 different bass boats with hotshot engines, I always thought each one was going to get me the biggest bass as I fished all over Texas, east Texas the best. Big wake up call came after I finally caught a 5-pounder in 1971 at Tawakoni (big back then), had it mounted and put under the bed for later mounting on wall. My new German Shepherd pup chewed the tail off of it while I was at work. All that time and $$ with new fancy electronics finding fish and maps of lakes came down to a puppy saying hang it up.
Imagine catching this beast at Tawakoni on a rod and reel.
Imagine catching this beast at Tawakoni on a rod and reel.