To stay alive. I honestly believe that I would go clinically crazy if I couldnt fish. I think i would slip inpo a massive depression. Good lord Im out on the average of twice a week. Born to fish forced to work. LOL
The year was 1964. Bellbottoms, bouffants and the Beatles were all the rage. Martin Luther King Jr. had just received the Nobel Peace Prize. And Cassius Clay had delivered his decisive TKO of Sonny Liston.