December 22, 2004
Confession
Apparently, half of the hits I earn on a daily basis are thanks to Image Googlers hitting the 'ol blogspot pad.
I have a large catfish pic (lifted off of the Kimmer Show) to thank for this phenomenon:
Perhaps I am presumed to have an answer as to the origin of this scaly beast.
Very well. Full disclosure.
I don't know how he could have gotten so sloppy as to have taken in witnesses, but I have a dear ol' friend who has Daryl Hannah type qualities when he hits water.
He goes out for a swim, makes his secret transformation, and is unfortunately occasionally spotted, or even reeled in.
Once he is pulled to shore, however, his nekkid tattooed ass gets up and walks away, leaving the scolded, barbed and bewildered fisherman with only their pics and their urban legends.
So, next time you see a six foot Catfish skinny-dipping in a local lake, let him be, lest you incur his wrath.
(Now, you can take that as the nekkid truth, or you can opt for the more boring explanation. Your call.)
That's not me, that is a first cousin, Cat.
Posted by: Catfish at December 22, 2004 06:28 PMHey, you can't school the story teller! It is what it is...
Posted by: Key at December 22, 2004 08:04 PMKey --
It's called "Noodling" and is one of those strange fisherman habits that is popular in rivers. A guy just walks around in waist deep water until he bumps up against the beast, then he reaches down and catches the thing with his hands. Fortunately, a fish that big is rather lethargic and can be handled without too much bloodshed. The standard practice is to catch and release. Guys do this for fun (!).
They say the really big ones are in the Mississippi, but I've seen some fifty pounders taken out of the St. John's River (I live in Sanford, which is on that mighty septic tank outfall).
So it's no myth. The damned things are all too real. Can you imagine feeling around with your feet until you bump into one of these monsters then actually grabbing it and dragging the thing to the boat? No me, honey.
Bob
Posted by: Bob Baird at December 23, 2004 12:05 PMThanks Bob!
Actually the "urban legend" is (in this case) referring to claiming rights.
It seems everyone wants to claim that this monster emerged from THEIR nearest watering hole.
I heard Georgia, others heard Texas, some say the Mississippi...
Posted by: Key at December 23, 2004 12:45 PM"He goes out for a swim, makes his secret transformation, and is unfortunately occasionally spotted, or even reeled in.
Once he is pulled to shore, however, his nekkid tattooed ass gets up and walks away, leaving the scolded, barbed and bewildered fisherman with only their pics and their urban legends."
I could've sworn you had an close encounter with the Mutant.
Havin' said that, I'd bet big that Rob would pay good money for the Key-Mutant video... Kim too prolly.
Posted by: RedNeck at December 24, 2004 04:43 AM
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