When I was growing up, one of my favorite things to do with my grandfather was to go fishing, and especially for channel catfish.
One day, when I was about 10 years old, my grandpa and I went out to a country pond and put our lines in. We may have had a few nibbles, but eventually I got a serious bite on my line. It was clearly a big, strong fish. Grandpa coached me as I slowly fought the fish and got it reeled in to the bank.
It turned out to be about a 5 1/2-pound channel catfish, which is pretty good size. But the size wasn’t the amazing part.