I grew up on a 120 acre dairy. We had three ponds. Two .5's and one 3 acre pond that had a nice fish population. Our house burned so when we reestablished housing on the other side, the pond was left "unobserved". Most of what I learned about fishing and fishing manners was learned fishing next to the trespassers on our land. I had one couple from the darker side of town, that's what dad called it, that I liked seeing their old pickup at the gate. She even brought me pb/j sammiches. I taught them that less is more. They fished with huge bobbers, huge snap swivels, etc. I fished with a hook and a huge chunk of worm. My bluegill could eat the ones they caught. They taught me that fishing is a social sport, that those with like affection should all be respected until they prove they do not deserve such.