“We can skin a buck, we can run a trout line, and a country boy can survive.”
Mr. Smoot...That’s “trot” line, not “trout” line...
“Mr. Smoot...That’s “trot” line, not “trout” line...”
Amen, when someone calls it a trout line you know they don’t have a single clue.
Thank you...
Anyone who doesn’t know a trotline from a trout line would have to be “not from around here”, more like Hank’s unfortunate city friend, the businessman, who called Hank “Hillbilly” as a term of endearment, whose murder Hank wishes to avenge, with some Beech-nut and his forty-five.