Fishing

You know, I haven't been fishing in awhile. I used to love it, though. Back in the day, there was nothing better than hiking across the neighborhood to a little fishing hole beneath hole twelve at Brook Valley Country Club in Greenville. My fishing days came to an end when we moved to a new neighborhood, which was fine. But man, it was a blast. Except that one time I ran home, terrified, after seeing what at the time looked like a 25-foot moccasin glide through the water a foot from my feet. 

Not that such a thing would stop these guys--heck, they use their forearms as the bait. And that's how they can catch 40-pound--what are those, catfish?--literally with their bare hands. 

Just watch. Something in me says it's a fake. But something else says otherwise. And both things are thoroughly entertained anyway....