The catfish in my photo weighed over (100) pounds and was at least 40 years old. (I
didn¹t catch it but I know who did and they let me borrow the big fish for
this picture.) When you¹re having a bad day think of this big Blue Cat¹s
degree of dullness. Day after day searching for food hoping not to find a
hook attached, only able to see an inch or so in front of your face and about all
to look forward too would be periodic mating. I¹m not even sure
how much fun that would be considering you couldn¹t see the stranger you¹re
hooking up with and how would you even know it it was another Blue Cat and
not an Asian Carp or a Gar or something whose off spring you would not
recognize if you were somehow able to swim into clear water, which is
doubtful. You know what I mean! Hopefully I¹m not over thinking this in
search of answers. Please send a message if you have more insight than I do,
Lord knows there are times when I¹ve been wrong. Email firstname.lastname@example.org
The catfish story crept into my mind while I was writing the script for my
Lewis & Clark¹s Silas Goodrich, Expert Fisherman performance at The FISHTANK black box theater during the KC Fringe Festival 2013.
Love¹s Fringe Festival Interview. I don¹t dress like this every day, I don't think.
The catfish story is part of "LOVE'S LOOK @ OZARK LIFE." A compiltion of a series of short stories I wrote about what it's like growning up in the Ozark Mountains back in the day. Google Ozarkstories.com to check out the down home tales.