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One of my favorite memories of Joe was him taking me fishing up near Denton when I was a young boy. He was driving a station wagon, backed it up almost to the shore line, he hobbled over on his crutches and we fished off the lowered wagon gate. 2 treble hooks on leaders, no sinker, and nothing but a slice of white bread cast out 30 feet or so. The cats would literally race across the surface dorsal fins exposed and the winner got a mouthful of bread and hooks! I'll never forget that day, and...
Brad Reid
February 17, 2015 | Fort Worth, TX