Anyone use a cane pole when they were young?

[mhall]

Mea Culpa about the hijack. But Mark started it!!

Ha Ha....Ya know I forgot to say that Mom, God rest her soul loved to fish more than Dad. We had a camp at Guist Creek on the point for 17 years and I can still see her in my minds eye sitting on that dock catching Gills and tossing them into that basket. She nad I would clean them and she would cook them up for us...

She was a patient fisher person and loved it dearly...

[luvtohunt]

Spent many days in the summer in Eastern Ky fishin with a cane pole. Mom and dad would work the garden and me and my younger brother would hit the creek. Seemed like the garden was always near the creek, either Troublesome or Ball Creek. Dad usually rigged us about a 8 foot cane pole with enough line to stick the hook in the bottom of the pole. Stick bobber and a small sinker and we were in business. Dad turned some dirt in the garden to find some worms for us and when they run out, we caught crawdads. Caught plenty of red eyes, gils, and an occasional nice smallie. Oh the memories. This past year, my 10 year old little girl finally showed some interest in fishing with me in the creek and we hit it wide open. Technique and equipment is a little different but I hope to share in the same memories i have. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!!

[JUSTINHALL]

Grew up in FL fishing with a cane pole. Me and my brothers fished in some ponds down the street from us and I be darned if the only way to catch the big cats was with a cane pole. We had to bait the hook (hot dog) swim out to a certain spot, jam the cane pole in the mud and swim back to shore and wait. When the pole bent over you swam back out, grabbed the pole and swam 1 handed to the bank with the pole and cat on it. What seemed to be 20 lbs then, I realize today was about 6-8 lbs but using a regular pole casting out never caught them, only the cane pole stuck in the mud. We fished for years that way until a mower ran over our cane poles. We left them down there along the fence line so we only had to ride the bicycle down with two hot dogs in your pocket. Only to find someone brush hogged over them one day and that was the end of the cane pole era.