Years ago the wife and I went to Southern Illinois to visit her folks.
While there her Dad says "Jhooaan(southern Illinois for John), tomorrow we'll get some catfish".
The next day as we're getting in the car, I said "wait, I'll get my rod".
He said "don't need none, I got all we'll need".
We pull up to the Ohio river, jump out, open the trunk and he hands me
a pair of hip waders and a gunny sack. Then he jumps in the river and says
com'on Jhooaan, I got one. Then he throws a 20 lb cat up on the shore.
Doing as I was told I get in the river and kinda stand there wondering what
in hell we are doing. He says "it's called hawgin, just feel along the bank for
holes and stick your hand in and pull out the catfish". Well, that seemed
simple enough. So we're hunched over walking along the bank pulling out
cat from 3-30lb. After a while we stop for a smoke. I notice his ring finger
and little finger on his left hand are gone. I said "John (his name also), what
in the world happened to your fingers"? "I guess I shoudda told ya he says,
but sometimes instead of a catfish there's a big ol snapping turtle in the
hole in the bank and that's what happens".
I said "tell ya what John, I'll
be the gunny sack man and gather up the cats you throw on shore.
He mumbled something about "damn yankees" and I haven't hawged or
noodled since!!!!
Buy it new and tear it apart to see how it works!!
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