Grand Daddy Started It

Crook'd Hook'r

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GRAND DADDY STARTED IT

[Spoken Intro]

They say I joined the Crooked Hooker crew.

"Huh"!?!

I didn’t join it.

I started it.

[Hook]

Grand Daddy started it—way before the brand,
Hospital halls all week, fishing rod in hand.
Thursday night at Flipper’s, family in the boat,
Years before the logo ever landed on a coat.

Grand Daddy started it—every mile, every trip,
With a baitcaster ready and a questionable grip.
Moo keeps the boat running; I tell him where to go.
He keeps right on moving—but Grand Daddy knows.

[Verse 1]

Name’s Larry Barlow, nineteen-fifty-two,
Founding father of this unsupervised crew.
Worked the Gallatin hospital till Matt was fifteen,
Then built Life Safety Express from a practical dream.

Life-safety drawings, evaluations and plans,
Helping hospitals get survey-ready across the land.
Work put miles on the truck, fishing brought us back;
Family in the boat with the tackle overpacked.

Thursday nights at Flipper’s became our tradition,
Minn Kota Owners, charity and cystic-fibrosis fishing.
Matt started coming, then the whole thing grew;
Crooked Hooker happened ’cause I gave ’em something to do.

[Hook]

Grand Daddy started it—give the old man room,
Daylight on the water, home before the moon.
Three rods, fresh line and somewhere good to throw;
You boys can watch the screens—but Grand Daddy knows.

[Verse 2]

My partner is Marshall—everybody calls him Moo.
He rigs every wire like an engineer should do.
N-M-E-A two-thousand talking clean,
Every unit on the boat communicating with the screen.

Only communication problem that remains:
Moo mumbles directions while the trolling motor gains.
I say, “Stop and fish this spot—we caught one right here!”
He hits no button, keeps on going like he didn’t hear.

He runs that autopilot all the way down the bank;
Turns around a dock, never slows the tank.
If you see a spot you like, better cast before it goes;
Moo drives the boat—but Grand Daddy knows.

[Break]

Moo said something.

Huh"!?!

Never mind.

No, I heard you.

[Verse 3]

I like a baitcaster; sometimes it fights back,
One wrong turn and the whole spool has a nervous attack.
I say, “I blew it up!” Nobody hit the floor;
It just means bring fresh line—I ain’t picking anymore.

Daylight is my shift; when the evening disappears,
I’d rather see the stump before my lure gets near.
Still, every piece of cover gets inspected firsthand;
If there’s one snag in the lake, I can find where it stands.

Caught a crankbait once—but it wasn’t in the lake.
Buried in my calf; that was one painful mistake.
I asked Moo for pliers while he laughed himself sick;
His emergency response time wasn’t exactly quick.

[Hook]

Grand Daddy started it—somebody bring the net,
And bring another spool ’cause this one’s finished, I bet.
Moo, stop the boat! Boys, fish this spot slow.
You can chase the whole lake—but Grand Daddy knows.

[Verse 4]

Met Kevin VanDam at an Owners event,
Shook his hand and told him where my money went:
“I spent so much money on your crap,” then walked away,
Left Matt standing there with some explaining left to say.

Here’s the missing context Matt had to provide:
Brand-new Smoke rod and reel, first cast of its life.
Lost my grip and launched the whole outfit in the drink;
Zero casts completed—it went down before I’d blink.

Was the product defective? Not a single part.
Was my review still honest? Came straight from the heart.
Kevin liked the equipment; I probably would’ve too,
But it’s hard to test a rod when it’s sitting out of view.

[Bridge]

I’ve crossed state lines for hospitals and lakes,
Made a living solving problems and learning from mistakes.
But the best thing I built wasn’t drawn on a plan:
It was giving this family a reason to fish again.

The jokes are part of it, the stories make it last,
Every Thursday-night launch connects us to the past.
Put a camera in our boat—if somebody remembers;
Dad and Moo make evidence without trying whatsoever.

[Final Verse]

Matt’s building websites, trying to pay for the fishing.
Bailey brings confidence and tournament ambition.
Mushy brings confusion, cold drinks and supplies.
Moo brings the boat—and occasionally replies.

I bring years on the water and advice they ignore,
Then catch one near the place we just went flying by before.

Fresh spool of line, one lure, pliers standing by;
Tournament miles waiting underneath a daylight sky.
I didn’t join the crew, so let the record show:
I accidentally started it.

Grand Daddy knows.

[Final Hook]

Grand Daddy started it—way before the brand,
Hospital halls all week, fishing rod in hand.
Thursday nights at Flipper’s put the family in the boat;
Now Crooked Hooker carries every story that we wrote.

Grand Daddy started it—founding-father flow,
Moo, hit the Spot-Lock button—we caught one here, you know!
He keeps that motor running while we leave the fish behind.

Huh"!?!

I heard you, boys.

I’m fishing.

[Spoken Outro]

Now bring me those pliers.

Moo?

Quit laughing.

Huh"!?!

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GRAND DADDY STARTED IT [Spoken Intro] They say I joined the Crooked Hooker crew. "Huh"!?! I didn’t join it. I started it. [Hook] Grand Daddy started it—way before the brand, Hospital halls all week, fishing rod in hand. Thursday night at Flipper’s, family in the boat, Years before the logo ever landed on a coat. Grand Daddy started it—every mile, every trip, With a baitcaster ready and a questionable grip. Moo keeps the boat running; I tell him where to go. He keeps right on moving—but Grand Daddy knows. [Verse 1] Name’s Larry Barlow, nineteen-fifty-two, Founding father of this unsupervised crew. Worked the Gallatin hospital till Matt was fifteen, Then built Life Safety Express from a practical dream. Life-safety drawings, evaluations and plans, Helping hospitals get survey-ready across the land. Work put miles on the truck, fishing brought us back; Family in the boat with the tackle overpacked. Thursday nights at Flipper’s became our tradition, Minn Kota Owners, charity and cystic-fibrosis fishing. Matt started coming, then the whole thing grew; Crooked Hooker happened ’cause I gave ’em something to do. [Hook] Grand Daddy started it—give the old man room, Daylight on the water, home before the moon. Three rods, fresh line and somewhere good to throw; You boys can watch the screens—but Grand Daddy knows. [Verse 2] My partner is Marshall—everybody calls him Moo. He rigs every wire like an engineer should do. N-M-E-A two-thousand talking clean, Every unit on the boat communicating with the screen. Only communication problem that remains: Moo mumbles directions while the trolling motor gains. I say, “Stop and fish this spot—we caught one right here!” He hits no button, keeps on going like he didn’t hear. He runs that autopilot all the way down the bank; Turns around a dock, never slows the tank. If you see a spot you like, better cast before it goes; Moo drives the boat—but Grand Daddy knows. [Break] Moo said something. Huh"!?! Never mind. No, I heard you. [Verse 3] I like a baitcaster; sometimes it fights back, One wrong turn and the whole spool has a nervous attack. I say, “I blew it up!” Nobody hit the floor; It just means bring fresh line—I ain’t picking anymore. Daylight is my shift; when the evening disappears, I’d rather see the stump before my lure gets near. Still, every piece of cover gets inspected firsthand; If there’s one snag in the lake, I can find where it stands. Caught a crankbait once—but it wasn’t in the lake. Buried in my calf; that was one painful mistake. I asked Moo for pliers while he laughed himself sick; His emergency response time wasn’t exactly quick. [Hook] Grand Daddy started it—somebody bring the net, And bring another spool ’cause this one’s finished, I bet. Moo, stop the boat! Boys, fish this spot slow. You can chase the whole lake—but Grand Daddy knows. [Verse 4] Met Kevin VanDam at an Owners event, Shook his hand and told him where my money went: “I spent so much money on your crap,” then walked away, Left Matt standing there with some explaining left to say. Here’s the missing context Matt had to provide: Brand-new Smoke rod and reel, first cast of its life. Lost my grip and launched the whole outfit in the drink; Zero casts completed—it went down before I’d blink. Was the product defective? Not a single part. Was my review still honest? Came straight from the heart. Kevin liked the equipment; I probably would’ve too, But it’s hard to test a rod when it’s sitting out of view. [Bridge] I’ve crossed state lines for hospitals and lakes, Made a living solving problems and learning from mistakes. But the best thing I built wasn’t drawn on a plan: It was giving this family a reason to fish again. The jokes are part of it, the stories make it last, Every Thursday-night launch connects us to the past. Put a camera in our boat—if somebody remembers; Dad and Moo make evidence without trying whatsoever. [Final Verse] Matt’s building websites, trying to pay for the fishing. Bailey brings confidence and tournament ambition. Mushy brings confusion, cold drinks and supplies. Moo brings the boat—and occasionally replies. I bring years on the water and advice they ignore, Then catch one near the place we just went flying by before. Fresh spool of line, one lure, pliers standing by; Tournament miles waiting underneath a daylight sky. I didn’t join the crew, so let the record show: I accidentally started it. Grand Daddy knows. [Final Hook] Grand Daddy started it—way before the brand, Hospital halls all week, fishing rod in hand. Thursday nights at Flipper’s put the family in the boat; Now Crooked Hooker carries every story that we wrote. Grand Daddy started it—founding-father flow, Moo, hit the Spot-Lock button—we caught one here, you know! He keeps that motor running while we leave the fish behind. Huh"!?! I heard you, boys. I’m fishing. [Spoken Outro] Now bring me those pliers. Moo? Quit laughing. Huh"!?!

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