Show of hands -- who here's been noodling?

I've tripped the light fandango.
I've turned cartwheels cross the floor.

 

I've never mosied before. I sasheed once ...


Jackie, yes, it was Okie Noodling. The subjects were some very Deliverence-looking characters. Funny, I thought of the esoteric music taste of the board when I saw the music was by the Flaming Lips.

At any rate, I can't imagine allowing a 50-pound catfish bite down on my arm, let alone anything else that might be in the water where I can see it. Guess I'm just a city boy ...

 

I've wandered off sniffing drain pipes and reciting the alphabet.

 

I mumbled something underneath my breath, she studied the length of my face.

 

Uh ... That's a dolphin, Buck.

 

I've noodled and gigged frogs.
Truth be known, I would rather catch frogs on a pole and line. They are cannabalistic little bastards. I use a rubber frog with a treble hook on it. It is a good largemouth bass lure, but bullfrogs just go apeshit over it.

 

I've been to paradise.

But I've never been to me.

 

Gig a frog, throw it in a sack, smack its head against the tailgate when you get back to kill it, cut off its legs, cut off its feet, skin the legs, wash, freeze, eat later.

 

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel.

 

"Okie Surf 'n' Turf": Calf fries and fried frog legs.

 

I've been all around this world.

 

Have done it on a dare. Biggest problem are the water moccosins like to hang around the same logs as the catfish.

No. 2 problem is the mouth of a catfish is much akin to sandpaper. It's not unusual to abraid skin up to you elbow if'n it's a big'un.

Biggest I've noodled was 10 or 11 pounds.

I will never, ever put my hand again where I can't see it!

I'm sticking to fly fishing and golf.