Eight or nine years ago I read this great collection of essays on the South; "Noodling for Flatheads" by Burkard Bilger. Bilger wrote of uniquely Southern traditions, such as raccoon hunting, frog farming, moonshine making, or "noodling" (catching big fish by thrusting one's arm down the throat of the fish and pulling it from the water). It's a terrifically entertaining book.
So, when I noticed that Boing Boing posted a video of a couple guys "noodling" for catfish, I went and grabbed Burkard Bilger's great book.
From "Noodling For Flatheads":
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I've never been so aware of my fingers as I have been these past few days. I've found myself admiring them in picture of myself, flexing them in the mirror, taking pleasure in their simple dexterity. Catfish, I've been told, share their love for calm, shady places with turtles, electric eels, and cottonmouth snakes. "In almost any small-town cafe, you can find some guy who says he knows a noodler who lost three fingers to an alligator snapping turtle," says Keith Sutton, a catfishing expert and the editor of Arkansas Wildlife magazine. His father-in-law, Hansel Hill, who has been noodling in rural Arkansas for forty years, had an uncle who once reached into a hold and found a "no-shoulders." The snake's bite left a permanent crook in his right forefinger. Some noodlers wear gloves; others probe holes with a piece of cane...Lee is a purist. Better to reach in with bare digits, he says, "so you know where you're at with that fish."