Quoted from robotron911:I'm talking 30-60lb. fish. Not for the faint of heart. He tried to get me to do that for years and I absolutely refused. Catfish aren't the only things in those holes...
We did that a lot in Kansas.
"Oh, there's a big rock in this hole...wait, the rock is swimming...."
Or
"Since when do catfish have fur?" about 5 seconds before an angry beaver decides to make his appearance.
My favorite moment was when I was noodling in an old car(they used to dump them in the river to control erosion). Slipped and slid down the side of a rusted spike that looked razor sharp. For a second, I just floated there, thinking that I have just gashed my torso open and waited for the pain and blood. Luckily, just a scratch, but it scared the holy hell out of me for a moment.
But, I gotta admit, it was a thrill to pull dinner out of the hole.
