Back in the 50’s, when I was about 8, we went fishing at a lake in central Florida. My dad was using a fancy fly rod, and he gave me a cane pole and bobber. I copied his technique as best I could (slapping the water with the bobber and worn). I caught a good sized bass. My dad didn’t catch anything. He wasn’t as pleased with my success as I had expected.
LOL.
50 years ago, I recall walking out of my college cafeteria with my girlfriend and watching another student, an avid fisherman, casting into the nearby lake.
We sat down on the seawall to watch him, and I noticed a hand line and a cafeteria muffin right next to me. I mushed a big bread ball around a fairly large hook, tossed the line into the lake, and five seconds later a big bass hits the hook, and I yank it out of the water onto the grass in one smooth motion.
The fishing professional went bonkers, but we gave him the bass, so he calmed down.