Bantam Weight Bruisers

The ranch hand's earliest memory of fishin' was a bream safari.

The preparation weren't nuthin but gatherin' up a bamboo pole with a black braided fishing line, cork, and hook slapped on it. All that remained was to hustle grasshopper bait through Grandaddy's back pasture to Uncle Reggie's pond.

We caught gritty red ear, blue gill, goggle eye, and sun perch til grins near covered our faces.

The ole fat boy has pursued various finned creatures over the years with sophisticated/expensive gear, but somehow, catching those bantam weight bruisers on a "cane" pole still tops the list for thrills.

Yesterday your humble scribe decided to ease to the ranch pond and float an impaled wriggly worm under a cork to see if the hybrid blue gill bream planted last year were in the mood for groceries.

Five brawny Tin Star Ranch panfish answered the "call" and the rest is history.