...my earliest fishing memory revolves around an exciting day of carp fishing with my grandmother.
banny, as we called her, took my sister, first cousins and i to a flume ditch fishing hole in east arkansas called "The Carp Hole." each of us had a cane pole to fish with and yard-dug worms for bait, and the whiskered roughfish were wonderfully cooperative.
we kids whopped and hollered as we pulled in scores of 5-to-20 pounders, more than 100 in all.
what a great way to introduce youngsters to the fun of fishing! banny was all smiles watching us and we were all smiles catching these huge fish.
keith "catfish" hunter