July 3rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Noodle Goddess
There’s a sport in much of the southern United States called noodling. It usually involves shoving your bare hand into a submerged hole and then grabbing whichever of Gollum’s friends you find living there, right after said nasty slithery beast has just bitten you defensively. As for me, I have avoided the sport. Then, too, my understanding is that the dress code runs mostly to cut-off overalls and armless undershirts. But now I have some new data:
Now I may have to take it up.
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I don’t know about the catfish, but if I saw that delicious creature in the water near me, I’d be fighting an urge to taste that area just above the waterline, that’s making me salivate…
Thanks for sharing that beautiful photo with your readers.