My Take On The Korkers Darkhorse
I grew up fishing with my Grandpa. Back then fishing was a lot easier. We’d buy a pack of worms on the way up, my Grandpa would take out his two fishing rods, wipe off the fish guts that had been stuck on them since last year, toss both rods out about 100 yards apart and fall asleep in between them. So as I began fishing more and more, got a belly boat, some waders, a fly rod … my grandpa thought I was crazy. “What do you need all that fancy stuff for anyhow?”, he’d ask. My way of combating that was bargain bins. It was easy to say, “Grandpa, these boots cost me $8, they really aren’t fancy stuff at all.”