I thought i would let you guys in on the whole experience of it Noodling, or what us non-hilbillies like to call hand fishing.
You are wearing an old pair of sneakers that you would have pitched long ago because your feet sink into the murky water about 6 inches most of the time. You are kneeling with the water at your neck line letting the current pull you along slowly. Up ahead there is a sharp bend in the bank and you can see some brush caught up where the current changes. You know that because of the bend the bank will be cut out and there will be a good chance of a catch. Slowl you and your buddies move in on the brush trying to feel around underneath between the slimy bottom and the pieces of rotten tree limbs, all while keeping an eye out for spiders and other insects and rodents above water. You slowly work your fingers into the the hole up under the bank being careful not to spook anything that might be there. You feel something....its slimy but firm. You work your hands around it being EXTRA careful because if this would happen to be a snapping turtle you better be ready to get the hell out of there fast! You feel the gills. At this point you get one of your buddies over to you and tell him where to feel for the tail fin. On the count of three you insert both hands if possible into the mouth of the beast. Remember that they have tiny barbs on their jaw that will cut into you so you have to ignore the reflex to pull out. Anyways, on the count of three you grab the jaw and your friend grabs the tail. Now the battle begins to get it out of the hole. Basically the motto here is "Don't let Go". Large flathead are basically one big muscle, like the leg muscle of a professional body builder. If you can outlast the beast he will get tired, and after a few minutes of holding on you can work him up onto the beach. The largest one my brother and I have ever fished was 42 pounds.
Now that boys, is how you go fishin
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