In December of 1978, Tom's friends took him flyfishing on the Colorado River down by Lampasas Texas. He had a good time but he came home and planned with me for a week of how we could do it better. He bought an automatic reel that would retract the line when there wasn't tension on the line. We worked hard to figure out ways for him to be as effective as the other guys with both hands.
The following weekend we were ready and went back. The white bass were starting their trip up the river to spawn and he planned to catch as many as possible. They do this in December and January of each year. After dark, we went wading into the river and looked into the water with a flashlight, the riverbed was literally covered with white bass.
The next day we hit the river with waders and fly rods. Dad and I had rigged up a way to use two flys at a time on leaders. Every time we would cast we caught at least one bass. If you waited for a few seconds after the first hit, we were bringing in two at a time. We had stringers tied to our waist and every couple of hours we would have to go back to shore to empty the stringers.
At the time Dad was driving a big dually pickup. At the end of two days fishing we had the back of the pickup level full with fish and ice. One of Dad's friend's that was with us owned the Hunan Restaurant in Temple. We went back to Temple and his cooks cleaned fish all night long. His freezer was well stocked with fish from just two weekends of fishing. I've never seen anyone catch that many fish before or since. One of a kind fishing trip! If I hadn't been there, I would have never believed it. Just ask him, he loves to talk about it!