SO, when I was in high school, me and 3 buddies decided to take a road trip to somewhere upo in the Smokies, to campt pout one weekend. We were all 16-17 yrs old. Didn't have much money, but we got up a bag of good doobie ) $20 and ounce back then), 2 cases of Malt Duck( about $5 a case) , some beenie-weenies, potted meat, etc, and took off A $1 back then got you a gallon of gas. Smokes were a quarter a pack. Big maacks were a quarter. I think they each had $5 to $10 dollars left after supplies. I had a $20 bill, because I didn't drink or smoke cigs back then. Well, when we got up in the Smokies, we kept seeing these trout-fishing places on the side of the road. Moe ( because of the way he wore his hair) kept wanting to to stop and try it....so we did. Big mistake. This place had cement ponds behind it. The girl working there took us behind the store, to one of the ponds. They handed us cane poles with a hooh on it, and poure3d a little corn out on the ledge in front us. It was $2.50 per pound, and no catch and release. You had to [ay for what you caught. None of us had ever seen a trout that weighed a pound, so we figured we'd get one each ( once we saw you couldn't catch and release) , and cook it for supper on the camp fire. I baited up first, and as soon as my cporn hit the water, one swallowed the hook! I raised it up, she got it pff and p[ut it on the scale...6 POUNDS! Moe got one, and it was nearly 8! $35 in about 3 seconds, and I think we had $40-4$5 between us. We were panicking! Thank God, that girl was cool, a hippy like us. Talked her into putting Moe's back, and we paid $15 for mine, plus a nickel bag. The good thing was, she told me not to give her the doobie there, and asked us where we were camping. I said I dunno,,, we gonna look for a place, She told us about a spot about 2 miles away, and said she'd come over there that night after they closed, and get it then. She did, and man did she party! I am talking woke up that morning with 2 in the sleeping bag party! But, that cured me of trout fishing! She told me that night, that the 6 pounder I caught was one of the smallest in the pool we fished in. The other 3 ponds was where they grew them to 5 pounds, then put them in the fishing pond. That was a LOT of money in 1972!