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The boy had a bunch of nibbles but only managed to reel in one decent sized sunfish. He was hoping to catch one of the big catfish that lurk in the waters. Maybe next time.
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It was a great day... even though I had to bait all the hooks. The hubby is a city boy and doesn't like to get his hands dirty. Poor guy.
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I have a feeling this will become a regular Saturday thing for us. What better way to spend the day than to be caked with mud, fish scales and worm guts. I can't wait.
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Perhaps next time he'll catch dinner?
Evelyn tells me there's nothing better to eat than southern fried catfish (Mississippi, of course).
However, I do believe catfish from Whippoorwill Lake would be much more tastier.
Can hear it sizzling.
Can smell it cooking.
Can taste its delicate flavor.
YUM!
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