Hooked for Life
As a boy growing up in the bootheel of Missouri, if you didn’t fish or hunt, there weren’t a lot of other very exciting things to do. A frequent trip down to the Mississippi River and its backwaters and ditches was a “happening.” A bite on a cane pole, with nylon line, “cork” float, big hook, and crude sinkers baited with crawfish, chicken livers, worms, grubs, etc. would get us all excited.
Back in the late 50s and 60s, there were not a lot of tackle stores or fishing tackle options. The hardware store handled a few things like nets, lines, poles, etc. In one of the stores, I saw a sign about Zebco 33 reels and rods. I just knew I had to get one.