When I was 16 I was sitting in school one day and daydreaming about fishing. A thought occurred to me that an Uncle who had sold his farm just a couple miles away a few years before,had a pond that had been stocked about four years ago and those fish out to be about good to go. I drove out and knocked on the door of the new owners ...I knew them because I knew near everybody around. I ask if I could fish the pond...and they said sure...is there any fish in it?
I went down the hill into the woods where the pond was located and caught a mess of fish.Boy it was loaded and them fish would hit a duck feather tied on the line above the hook (ask me how I know that)
I was cleaning those fish back of the house when a friend came by and said "man where did you get those" and I said I am afraid to tell you.Well he badgered me for days until I finally took him,and made him swear not to tell. We caught em real good again and he was really excited.
About three weeks later I decided to make another trip.When I arrived in the drive the owner came out of the house and told me no more fishing.I said whats wrong? He said that people had been sneaking down there and the other day their must have been thirty people lined up around it. He found people setting trot lines and jug lines.Looked like a circus.
True story