We took the boys fishing on Sunday before church. It was their first fishing trip and my first as an adult. Fishing has changed a lot since I was a kid.
My grandpa Bramstedt and I would go out with bamboo fishing poles and string, tie on a hook, bobber and worm and just wait for the fish. I don't remember actually catching a fish but I do remember smelling like worms. Also, I have fond memories of sitting next to my grandpa and being quiet (as that was a prerequisite to fishing with him).
Maybe some people still do it that way, but Brandon must be on to something with his way of fishing since he caught seven fish in an hour and a half. More importantly, no one came home smelling like worms.