Back in the summer of 1970 my dad took me on a motorcycle trip to Washington, DC. On the return we camped the night on the side of rt15 just south of Williamsport, PA at a small family rest stop. Under the stars in a sleeping bag.
I wanted to fish!
My dad told me to “make it happen”.
I took the tie up draw strings out of both our sleeping bags, tied the 4 of them together, and tied a nut (bolt) about 8” or so from the end. Then I found a safety pin in our tool kit and bent it into the shape of a hook with a pair of pliers.
I then rooted around in the rotting leaves under a tree and found some red worms.
I stood out in the Susquehanna on a rock tossing out that setup into a pool for an hour. My dad calling me, saying it was getting dark and time to give up, and I hooked a smallmouth. I never got it ashore, but felt like Daniel Boone.
