Entries from October 2006 ↓

Noodling

I just finished an article in FHM magazine (don’t judge) about a sport I have never heard of before: Noodling.

So, what is it? Well, let’s let our all-knowing friend wikipedia help explain it:

Noodling is the practice and sport of fishing for catfish using only one’s bare hands. Noodling may be called grabbling, graveling, hogging, or tickling, depending on what state you’re in (Kentuckians call it dogging, while Nebraskans prefer stumping.)

So, how does one noodle?

“Though the concept is simple enough – noodling fish with only the use of your hands – the process of noodling is more complicated. The choice of catfish as the prey is not arbitrary, but comes from the circumstances of their habitat. Flathead catfish live in holes or under brush in rivers and lakes and thus are easy to capture due to the static nature of their dwelling. To begin, a noodler goes underwater to depths ranging from only a few feet to up to twenty feet. Placing his hand inside a discovered catfish hole, a noodler uses his arm as bait to entice the fish. If all goes as planned, the catfish will swim forward and latch onto the fisherman’s hand and arm.”

Oh yes, there’s more…

“From here most noodlers have spotters who help them bring the catfish in, either to shore or to their boat. The first order of business after catching a catfish is to get them unstuck. When a catfish bites onto a noodler it holds on for quite a while, believing it has caught some food. With gills and teeth scraping and cutting into the fisherman’s skin, the spotters helps to secure the fish by other means and then proceed to ease the catfish’s grip off of the noodler’s arm.”

Yes, you read that right. They stick their HAND in the fish’s mouth and wait to get bit! No, this is not a joke…and, apparently there’s a documentary about this…wonderous….inspiring…sport.

I, I can’t even really say that much. Yes, it’s late, and yes, I’m tired…but, I can’t help get over the fact that these guys risk their lives to catch giant fish with thier bare (or bear?) hands.

Since we touched on it earlier..wikipedia did offer me one little bit of noodling info that caught me off guard (and, quite frankly, made me laugh):

“Although some women relate stories of times they have noodled, the majority of practicing noodlers were and are men.”

I do hate when there’s exaggeration in times of noodling. This is too much..I must go to bed.

1 Year

Ok, I lied…it’s been 1 year and 1 one week. Since what you ask? Oh, since I picked up Barry- my pepper white MINI Cooper S (with stripes). This year felt like it flew by compared to the 4 months I had to wait for the MINI to make the trip over the pond. As such I have decided to post a few rather random comments about my MINI.
Ready for the year in review? Well, here goes:

  • One word: Fun. Yes, I realize this souns a little dumb and even a little cliche’ but the car is truly fun to drive. Still to this day I look forward to car trips in the MINI- especially the ones with the twisty roads.
  • Reliable: other than having to get the headlights replaced to get the auto-wash feature to work a little more, well, expectedly the car has been beyond reliable. And knowing that maintenance is covered for another 20,000 miles is a good fealing as well.
  • Gas mileage would be superb if I didn’t always want to race the tuner-kids at red lights.
  • The MINI is a lot more roomy than it looks. I was a little nervous at first that travelling would be difficult but the MINI has proven me wrong everytime.Why, even this past weekend, we had Taylor, birthday gifts, two suitcases, laptop bag, two bags of dirty clothes, and a dog bed…AND, we still had room to spare!
  • The MINI in Atlanta: perfect. The car manuevers this city like a champ. Whether you’re manueving Peachtree Road or battling tight parking at Lenox the MINI runs with the big dogs. In a city filled with overly-large and uncessary vehicles, high gas prices, and some of the nation’s worst traffic, it’s nice to be in place where the MINI fits right in.
  • Deserves (no, begs) to be driven. Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s small. And yes, the battery is located in the boot (trunk). But, this car can hall ass. Regular, everyday driving becomes a thrill. Dodging potholes in the MINI (which, I highly recommend you do as the runflat tires are not very forgiving) becomes instant slalom track-day fun. Launching onto an on-ramp brings a smile when the supercharger begins to whine. And even when it’s time to park it’s nice to know that if you pull in crooked you’ve got a decent chance of still being within the lines.

So, the final verdict? I couldn’t be happier. Anyone considering the MINI need not question any longer- just get it.