Lake Guererro, Mexico was always our favorite place. We only trolled yellow hellbenders around a submerged island and drank Lone Star beer. No limit on the fish or the beer, and the guys at the camp filleted our fish for a dime each. Brought about two coolers of fillets home with us and we ate fried bass and homefries every evening, while sipping bloody marys.
Not quite a tournament like today, but the commercial fishermen there took more than you would believe.
50 to 80 bass a day was not uncommon. What a blast. Memories are made of this.
