I was born cranky, raised on coffee grounds and river mud, and taught to fish before I could tie my own damn shoes. While the other kids were playin’ kickball or whatever nonsense they did back then, I was out back with a busted Zebco and a bucket of nightcrawlers, learnin’ how to outsmart dinner.

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I’ve fished everything from creeks narrower than your attention span to lakes so big you could lose a boat—and I have, twice. I don’t need sonar, Bluetooth, or whatever tech wizardry you’re fiddlin’ with. I read the wind, the birds, the smell of the water. Call it experience, call it witchcraft—I call it bein’ a fisherman, not a gadget junkie.

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At one point, I dipped my toe into this whole social media mess. Thought maybe I could pass along some hard-earned knowledge. Big mistake. It was all shirtless bass selfies, “influencers” kissin’ fish they didn’t catch, and folks more worried about hashtags than hooksets. I realized real quick that the people who actually needed help—the weekend warriors with a tackle box full of the wrong crap—were gettin’ drowned out by loudmouths with ring lights.

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So I built this site. For you. The ones who don’t care about tournaments, sponsors, or TikTok dances. You just wanna catch more fish, waste less time, and maybe learn a thing or two without gettin’ yelled at—okay, maybe a little yelled at.

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I’ve lived most of my life off the grid, and I like it that way. You won’t find much about me out there. I kept it that way on purpose. But this place? This is where I talk. This is where I give you the straight truth about what’s bitin’, what ain’t, and what bait you need to stop buyin’.

So welcome. Wipe your feet, shut your yap, and let’s get fishin’.

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~Grumpy Grandpa