February 10, 2006
Just Noodlin'
It's been a dreadfully dead day. Nothing clicks. Nothing to write about except for a certain goldphish and his lack of consideration for peeps that be counting on him. Hell, I've read a few blogs, and couldn't even come up the expected smartassedness in my comments. A funk seems to be shadowing me. And I did take my shower last week. I know that ain't it...
Anyway, to spend a major portion of the day, I've been chatting with Bloodspite on Yahoo messenger. We got to talking about fishin', and he started telling me about some of the fish caught in his area. Impressive, eh?
I was interested until he invited me down to go Noodling. I had to wonder about a few things, but he assured me that it really was a method of fishing. It is. I'd heard of this madness when I was in Texas, but the locals called it by another name... and I'm not talking "crazy," although most did say that's what it is... frickin' crazy.
So what am I talking about? Go ahead, and read this. Catching a fish by having it bite you, then grabbing 'hold of it. You may be thinking, "These fish can't be too big!" Well, check it out, holmes... look at the alien life forms. No effin' way...
I'm not about to go sticking my hand in a muddy riverbank, hoping for some beasty fish, and not a snake or snapping turtle, to bite on my arm so I can wrestle him out. Bastards have drowned themselves totally dead by doing this. I ain't doing it unless you can buy me a new arm, and a give me a shitload of money.
Oh, and just so you know, Bloodspite ain't about to do it either... he was just trying to get me all riled up, which did work. He IM'ed, "go ahead. Stick your hand in to a leaving breathing wood sander why don't you. Along with the rest of your arm.... Be like wrestling a damn gator." Perhaps, Jimbo, of PRS, might try this to help overcome his fear of 'gators. Or not.
I ain't about to try it... but how about you? Or even better, have you?
Posted by That 1 Guy at February 10, 2006 05:36 PMI ain't never "noodled" a fish, but there was a time when I had to go out and catch a few "jugs". some folks on the dock had set out a few empty milk jugs that had some string and a hook tied to them with a little bit of chicken liver tied on. A catfish would invariably find this morsel a tasty treat, and then the jug would hold it on top of the water until it could be fetched.
It was about 10:30 on a Saturday night, and thye noticed that the jugs were moving and bobbing in such a way as to indicate that there was a catfish on the hook. I jumped in my little jonboat, and proceeded to get them up.
The process is to take a gaff-hook and grab the rope that hangs below the jug, pul it up, and take ahold of the rope and start pulling the fish up. When you get it to the top of the water, you reach into its big 'ole slimy mouth, grab it by the gills, and lift it into the boat. Same concept, only you already know what's on the hook before you grab it and pull it up.
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at February 10, 2006 10:53 PMWould that be "Jug Noodlin'"?
Now, that sounds a great deal better than it's been explained. Uh... I need a moment.
Posted by: Tuck at February 11, 2006 07:34 AMI blogged about noodling a while back,after seeing a piece on television on it. Those are som crazy sonsabitches.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at February 11, 2006 08:53 AMMMMMMnummies. Yeller Cat!
It's illegal in Tx. Noper, never noodled. Specially not in the middle of the night by lantern, after finding the Game Warden sufficiently soused after a night in the local pub. Nope. Never done that. It's illegal in Tx.
I've never done that, nor am I interested in trying it. In retrospect, though, I *have* stuck my dick into some dangerous places. Wouldn't it be nice if the crazy ones had warning labels on their foreheads?
Posted by: zonker at February 11, 2006 11:46 AMDamn Zonker. You must love your hands and hate your dick. I'd have thought for you, that'd equate to a "mutual respect" deal.
