So, I credit my grandpa for getting me hooked on catfishing and showing me that sometimes all you need is patience, because most people give up after a few hours. When I was 11 years old (1998), we had a pretty bad flood and Waverly got hit pretty hard. Water across all the streets and one of the parks where we commonly fish for catfish was completely flooded, including the parking lot of the park. Grandpa always said that when the river is coming up at a fast rate or going down at a fast rate, the cat are biting because food is washing down the river the most then. So, we decided to go try it out fishing at this park. I remember casting my line out and almost hitting one of the parking posts because the water was so high. We were not getting any bites; it was a slow night to say the least. After about 3 hours, I got up off of the pail I was sitting on and said "alright, I'm done. Grandpa, watch my pole," and I started walking away. Right as I started walking away, I heard my pole slide off of the pole holder, hit the concrete, and start sliding. I RAN over to my pole as fast as I could and by now my pole was in about 2 feet of water. I went right in after my pole and somehow managed to grab it. After fighting this fish for about 15 minutes, it was well worth the wait. 7.6 pound channel cat. I will never forget that day or exactly how much that fish weighed, because he almost STOLE MY ROD AND REEL!!!!!!
Patience pays off!!!!!!!