How many here have actually been cat fishing?

I prefer hand fishing them. Yeah, it can be a little messy sometimes and you have to have good medical insurance, but it adds so much excitement! It gives me a really nice rush, and it gets really physical, so it's a great workout too!
 
Cats are usually the bait when out fishing for eagles.
 
I prefer hand fishing them. Yeah, it can be a little messy sometimes and you have to have good medical insurance, but it adds so much excitement! It gives me a really nice rush, and it gets really physical, so it's a great workout too!

You have to be prepared to sick your hands in some very nasty holes, and to hold your breath for a long time.
 
When I was in highschool, I worked the harvest on a catfish farm. Early on Saturday morning, large tank trucks would arrive and wait for us to run a seine net across the pond and bring up about a thousand pounds of live catfish. It was hard work because the fish rarely cooperate. A seine net is over 100 feet long and is supposed to comb the water clean. Somehow, the catfish learned to burrow in the mud and let the net pass over them.

We thought the pond was practically empty and the tank trucks were gone. I was sent to open the valve to drain the pond. The water suddenly turned into a sea of boiling mud. There were hundreds of fish still in the pond and they all panicked when the water level dropped so fast. Most of them asphyxiated in the muddy water.

They were very to catch after that. It was late and we lost the sun, but kept wading through the water, scooping dead fish into wash tubs. Sometime around 10 pm, we had about 800 lbs of dead fish on the bank. This is a little this is about 300 fish. We spent the rest of the night cleaning catfish. I think we finished around 3 am. The next morning I listened to the woman who owned the farm on the telephone. She was calling all the grocery stores in town and explaining that a cooler had just broken down and she could make them a really good deal on fresh catfish fillets, if they could take at least 50 lbs or more.
 
You have to be prepared to sick your hands in some very nasty holes, and to hold your breath for a long time.

Dishwashing gloves come in really handy. Luckily I'm a master breath holder. I almost killed myself as a child because I had to beat my sister doing underwater laps around the pool. True story. My mom went looking for the emergency button and ended up doing nothing but turning on the hot tub.
 
When I was in highschool, I worked the harvest on a catfish farm. Early on Saturday morning, large tank trucks would arrive and wait for us to run a seine net across the pond and bring up about a thousand pounds of live catfish. It was hard work because the fish rarely cooperate. A seine net is over 100 feet long and is supposed to comb the water clean. Somehow, the catfish learned to burrow in the mud and let the net pass over them.

We thought the pond was practically empty and the tank trucks were gone. I was sent to open the valve to drain the pond. The water suddenly turned into a sea of boiling mud. There were hundreds of fish still in the pond and they all panicked when the water level dropped so fast. Most of them asphyxiated in the muddy water.

They were very to catch after that. It was late and we lost the sun, but kept wading through the water, scooping dead fish into wash tubs. Sometime around 10 pm, we had about 800 lbs of dead fish on the bank. This is a little this is about 300 fish. We spent the rest of the night cleaning catfish. I think we finished around 3 am. The next morning I listened to the woman who owned the farm on the telephone. She was calling all the grocery stores in town and explaining that a cooler had just broken down and she could make them a really good deal on fresh catfish fillets, if they could take at least 50 lbs or more.

A friend had a catfish pond back in hs. His dad would row out and throw out the catfish food, looked like rabbit pellets, and the water would boil.

We used to float around naked on air mattresses. Ahh, the good old days.
 
When my husband was stationed in Louisiana, we used to get some really huge flathead catfish. The guys would always have cuts, once a guy even lost two fingers to a big catfish.
 
Dishwashing gloves come in really handy. Luckily I'm a master breath holder. I almost killed myself as a child because I had to beat my sister doing underwater laps around the pool. True story. My mom went looking for the emergency button and ended up doing nothing but turning on the hot tub.

You beat your sister? Cool.
 
My first paying job as a kid was at the local pay lake, 1/2 mile from my house. The Indiana state record for for a blue was supposedly caught out of that lake in the 80's. It was later surpassed...

Cleaning up the camp sites was part of my job...nothing nastier than rotten catfish bait on a hot summer day....
 
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