Crowbar, Crowbar, Crowbar. I won't bore you with all the details, but we grew up running in the same circles, skinning the same roadkill, wrastling the same sasquatches, treed the same 2nd cousins, all in a manner of speaking of course. Don't get me wrong, I never fancied the ugly ones, but Crowbar? Well, Crowbar would give Ernest T a run for his money.
Crowbar is the dirty underbelly of what TV fishing represents and how amateurs ruined the industry . . . him, and to a greater extent, Bill Dance, who of course became commercially much more popular than Crowbar could ever caveman scrawl into his diary HOPE to be, and in large part due to the increasing demand of the fishing show-viewing public for sex appeal. Lets face it . . . it isn't all glamour, drugs, and beauty like in the days of "Paul Dallas' Beyond Bass" w/ featured celebrity guests 1974-1984 airing at 11 a.m. every sunday immediately following Jim Bakers PTL Club. Those were the days.
Anyone want to know how Crowbar got his name?