My father was proud of his nineteen pound catfish in this photo. He and a neighbor set out lines at Burnt Fort to land this big fellow. No one remembers how many other fish they caught on that trip. Personally, I never understood why they wanted Tommy and me to touch that fish for the picture--we didn't catch it and I completely did not want to touch that thing! Tommy, on the other hand, was not the least offended by fins, slime, stench, and teeth.
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