You are donned in the rattiest clothes you own, an old pair of tennis shoes, and a desire to get wet and have fun. Add in a couple of companions, a pick-up truck, and you should be ready to go “hogging”. I grew up fishing, learning from my father at a very young age, but not until I was in my early twenties had I ever heard of this style of fishing.
The first experience I had fishing this way happened to be a day when one would not expect to go fishing in the first place. On this particular day a buddy and I were sitting in the local tavern, enjoying our favorite beverages. It was in the middle of summer and we were having a horrendous thunderstorm. This was a storm that expelled more than six inches of rain in less than three hours. Th
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