Big fat bluegills out of Spradlings Pond in Desoto, Mo. I don't know how my dad knew them but he'd go to the door and give them a couple of bucks and we'd go catch them bluegill with the worms we'd dug up. the pond was mostly moss covered at one end and dad never wanted to fish on the end that was clear. I used to get mad but now that I think about it, he was trying to get me to cast at targets (holes in the grass) rather than throw it as far as i could. good thinking old man! I guess it worked because now it's like threading a needle..thanks Dad