I remember my first time running a trot-line was the summer I turned 15. I spent the summer with my grandfather in Alabama. His house had a river practically right outside his back door, so we ran a trot-line across it baited for catfish. We would go out and check the line every morning and every evening for about a week. We filled the deep freezer with catfish, I learned how to run a trot-line and learned how to clean catfish. It was a good summer.

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