My Dad and I used to walk down the middle of the Brazos River below Possum Kingdom Lake (just west of Ft. Worth TX) with our fly rods. We would find a hole and sometimes pull out 20 or 30 Bluegill from one hole. One time we came back with so many fish, we had them stuffed in our pockets, and hanging on makeshift stringers made from shore weeds. It was crazy. Until we had to clean all of them. Then it was a pain in the a...er, hands! We used to freeze them in one gallon empty (and cleaned) square milk cartons. We ate a lot of fish when I was growing up! Mmmm, let's go fishing!