Bream, Croppy, Bass, Perch, Bluegill, Trout. They're all in the Ozarks, drawing fishermen-and women-from near and far.
Sometimes, they plan ahead for a big fishing trip. Other times, they start their day as usual. Then they get the
hankerin' to haul something live out of the water. Once it stops flopping around, they measure it. If it's big
enough, they have their portrait made with it. If not, they throw it back in the water, where other fish are skeptical
of its tale of alien abduction. In recent years, a hard-core breed of gillbilly has emerged-the noodler. Who needs
fishing tackle when you can reach into the muddy water, grab a catfish by the mouth, and pull it out? Sober people,
What else? Fish.
Fishy smell, sunburned face, funny hats covered
with hooks and lures
out my new rod."