A lot of my fondest memories as a child were formed catfishing rivers with my grandpa. Whether it was in Hunting Creek or the Patuxent River in Maryland to the Muscatatuck and Ohio rivers in Indiana. If I wasn’t in school, we were on the river somewhere. As a child there was no better feeling then seeing your rod tip twitch a couple times, and Bam, the rod bends over and the drag begins to scream. My grandpa would start yelling “Fish! Fish!” while I scrambled and slid in the mud towards the pole. A few moments later with my forearms burning, we’d land the catfish and be ready to cast back out. To this day, catfish are still one of my favorite fish to target, especially if my daughters want to catch “big fish” or the freezer needs filling.