I still have a couple of my old Mitchell 300 spinning reels and a Pflueger Supreme casting reel that we used in the fifties and sixties. I remember with fondness the vacations where we stayed in the cabins at Ormond's Jungle Den on the St. Johns River. I was sickly so my dad would put me in the front of the boat under a raincoat to keep the wind off me and we would run to the jetties in Lake George or down to Lake Dexter. We fished 8"-10" shiners under a hyacynth cork next to hyacynth mats. You had to let the fish run until he stopped, and then when he started off again you set the hook hard. I caught my first 8lb bass like that. We had to dry our braided line when we got home to keep it from rotting. If you wanted to troll, someone had to man the oars, quitely. I also enjoyed catching the schooling bass on Dalton Specials with a Marm fly trailer or on a Woble-rite spoon.
In the mid-sixties, my dad met the guys who invented Fliptail lures and we went to plastics and spinning gear. Our favorite rig was a Big Daddy Flip Tail (8" long) on a split shot rig, weedless hook, and mono line.
I remember spending an entire week at Lake Lanier without having a single boat come into our bay from Monday morning to Friday at noon.
The thrill of fighting a fish back then was no different than it is now. That's what it has always been about ... that, and fishing with a good fishing buddy.