Noodling: The Act of Catching Catfish with One’s Bare Hands

The month of May just couldn’t get here soon enough. I’ve grown tired of watching all of my friends kill turkeys. Just downright jealous. As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure we can be friends anymore. I said this year was going to be the year. I was going to end the turkeyContinue reading “Noodling: The Act of Catching Catfish with One’s Bare Hands”