My dad found this picture in a box. It is Spring 1994, I was a Sophomore at Calvin, and cut class one day to go sucker fishing at the covered bridge at Fallasburg Park in Lowell, the Flat River. I had a few friends with me and we were spread out along the bank fishing crawlers on the bottom with rods propped up in forked sticks. An Asian-American man was fishing there too, and he yelled for me to come. My rod handle had caught on the stick and was being pulled in to the river. I reeled in this fish, the only catfish I had caught that spring (I didn't know anything about catfish in 1994). It's one of the most memorable catfish catches in my life. This takes me way back.