I learned a new fishing technique this weekend. On the Lake of the Ozarks, my buddy Dennis jug fishes for catfish. With a heavy weight, a giant baited hook, and an empty detergent bottle for a bobber, he leaves these rigs out and checks them every couple of hours.
More often than not, the hooks come up empty… but every once in a while you hoist in a monster than makes you question the intelligence of going for a swim.
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Better that way than “noodling”
Had we been noodling, I have no doubt that beast would have dragged me down to my untimely death.