Fork- for obvious reasons.

Hubbard Creek- I was convinced nothing under 3lbs lived in that lake after my first few trips. Numbers and qualitywere insane. And those fish fought like crazy.

Falcon- to this day I have yetto have a fish hit as hard as my first ever bass did on a football jig there. It was only a 5-6lber but that bite was insanely hard.

I'm glad to see you posting productive threads instead of being an a-hole on all of your comments. There may be hope for you after all. Hang in there....

#1: Late 80's...Lake Fork...Big Mustang...AC Plugs in the late fall/early winter with 4 - 14 pound bass busting giant gizzard shad completely out of the water. Catching my first worm fish on Fork. Wasp nests as big as basketballs. 100 fish days. Trees and grass everywhere!

#2: Believe it or not, Cedar Creek used to be covered up with hydrilla. Caney creek was where I caught my first bass over 7 pounds... and on a jig fishing the hydrilla line.

#3: Monticello in the winter. Thomas at the gate always wanting to make the $5.00 bet we wouldn't catch an over. (He won quite a few until I figured the lake out some). Weather so cold your steering cables would freeze and having to dip your rod in the warm water to thaw the line out of the rod guides. Those Monty fished pulled as hard as any bass I've ever seen!!

#4: Commedero. More 3-5 pound fish in one day than you could count. No giants on our trip, but got to go with Bob Ridgeway from SW parts and service and a great group of guys. That was very special.

What are some of yalls glory day stories from the past, specifically top 3 lakes?

Fork obviously comes to mind. I remember fishing with Hollice Joiner in the 80's before the timber fell and the grass was immaculate. he would run timber lined "guide lanes" in his Charger like a NASCAR race. crazy fun. fishing was insane, never have seen so many huge schools of 5-8 pounders in the mouths of the major creeks certain times of the year. matted floating islands of hydrilla, it was insane, catch em however you wanted to.

Ray Roberts brings back some memories as well. Sand branch trap bite in the spring would get your arm broke off, lots of 10-12 pounders cruising around there in the spring. Then you had the wolf island hydrilla flat drifts. that's where I learned the magic of bubblegum flukes. start on one end and let the wind push you for ever throwing over the grass. also remember black light fishing at night on the humps in the early 90's.

Cooper was a unique gem for a few years. you didn't even need a map. you could easily see every road bed, fence line, channel etc. Pitching tubes in 14ft of water along the tree lined roadbed going into doctors was a blast. During the spawn you could go deep into the forest and sight fish double digit bass spawning on huge horizontal oak tree limbs near the surface on the edge of the river channel in deep water. 10 pounders being caught daily by many anglers.

what are some of yalls?

I seem to remember we did good at Cooper years ago...
But Fork in the late 80’s I loved it
Bob Sandlin