01-26-2021, 01:17 PM
A long time ago I went with my Scout troop to Lake Powell to fish for bass. Nothing doing. Out of boredom we went up a canyon and were rolling boulders into the lake (I know, we were young and dumb then and didn't know any better). Our leader stayed in the boat and fished. He started catching bluegills and we soon joined him. We caught good-sized fish on every drop, often three at a time. They put up quite a fight.
The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.