I have accumulated maybe a thousand dollars in poles and reels and gear over my adult life, but I legit hadn't fished since 2009 when my dad died. I just kept buying.
When we went to see Big Boy in Durant, I had the opportunity to fish in the exact same hole I grew up fishing, cut into the floor of the same boat dock.
I tried every new fangled modern lure and line and technique available to me, and not a nibble for two days and nights.
I went over and dug out my dad's old rod and reel, which I had to remove 3 mud dauber nests off of. The line was trash, the hook was rusted, most of the paint had worn off the lure. But I gave it a shot. It was his last left handed setup and I'm a rightie, so I was holding it upside down, but within a matter of minutes I caught two stripers. Sometimes the old ways work best.
Prob $75 in rod and reel from 2008, and some lures that Durant Walmart still sells for like $1.69 for a six pack (had to go get a fishing license).
I brought that pole back home with me, cus it was obvious that no one else had touched it.
Catch and release, cus my wife won't cook fish. Ha.