Yesterday, about five miles above Memphis, we stopped on a sandbar for lunch. Just for grins, I wrapped a piece of bacon on a hook and cast it out into some quiet water. A few minutes later, the line started stripping off the reel. When I set the hook, I knew I had a whale and that my little spinning rod was probably over-matched. However, using all the skills I learned watching Jeremy Wade on Monster Fish, I was eventually able to get the thing onto the sand.
I picked up the 20-pound blue catfish, posed for the obligatory "man holding fish" photo, and let him go "swim with the fishes," which in his case, is a good thing.