Hello fellow fisherman. This is my first post and its a story about fishing on the Brazos river in Texas. My dad was a great fisherman. He was raised fishing the Brazos river, the first thing he did when he returned from War World 2 was grab all his fishing gear, some food and off he went to the Brazos. My aunt told me this after he had died. She said all his brothers and sisters were coming to see and love on him. That didn't matter to my dad because he didn't wait, he had to go fishing and I don't think I ever saw anyone that was fishing with him catch more than he. Anyway this is the tale I and my dad heard, "while fishing one day my dad and I came across an old man that lived on the river. My dad knew him so we showed him some big yellow cats we had caught. The old man said yes that's a nice catch. He said he always talks to big yellow's. I asked him what did he mean? He said before he fishes around big rocks jetting out over the river he, always takes a small rock about the size of his fist and knocks on the big rock. If they are there they will answer him. My dad and I the next day walked out on this huge rock with our handheld rocks and began tapping on the rock. After about a few minutes we put one ear under the water and sure enough, we could hear them yellow's croaking. I'm 71 the fisherofmen2 and I approve of this message.