Ben Arown-Awile
Banned
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- Aug 29, 2001
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I have seen fish caught that way when I lived in Oklahoma, but I would never do it. The thought of getting down in that muddy water, where I knew there were cottonmouths, and who knew what else, just was not my idea of fun. Most of my fishing for big cats was done with trot lines or bank hooks.
When I was a kid we fished for suckers with our hands. It was during their spawn and they came upstream like salmon. We just reached in and grabbed them. We didn't eat them, but would fill up several burlap sacks full and bury one under each stalk in the corn field. My grandmother also put them under her rose bushes.
We used to catch sand sharks by hand. They would get stranded in beach pockets at high tide and we would grab them and pitch them out. Their skin was like sandpaper and not slimy so they were easy to hold on to.
We also caught herring by "shining and stomping". During their spawn they would come in from the ocean into freshwater ponds. At night we would walk around the pond and shine a flashlight into the water. They would go crazy and the whole pond would erupt like a school of piranhas. After we got them going, we would stomp on the ground and hundreds would jump up in the air and land on the bank. They eventually ended up either smoked or pickled.
When I was a kid we fished for suckers with our hands. It was during their spawn and they came upstream like salmon. We just reached in and grabbed them. We didn't eat them, but would fill up several burlap sacks full and bury one under each stalk in the corn field. My grandmother also put them under her rose bushes.
We used to catch sand sharks by hand. They would get stranded in beach pockets at high tide and we would grab them and pitch them out. Their skin was like sandpaper and not slimy so they were easy to hold on to.
We also caught herring by "shining and stomping". During their spawn they would come in from the ocean into freshwater ponds. At night we would walk around the pond and shine a flashlight into the water. They would go crazy and the whole pond would erupt like a school of piranhas. After we got them going, we would stomp on the ground and hundreds would jump up in the air and land on the bank. They eventually ended up either smoked or pickled.