Several years ago, more than I would like to admit, I owned a 1976 Harley Davidson Electra Glide, a pretty thing it was the first and last motorcycle that I have ever owned. I had all the official Harley paraphernalia, hats, t-shirts, helmet, belt, jacket, vest, and a not so official Harley Tattoo that was done one night after I had already had several too many beers to drink, you get the idea; I played the part as good as anyone could have. But even though I had all that stuff and the motorcycle, people would walk up to me when the scooter wasnt around, look at me and ask, Do you own a Harley or just wear the shirt? Proudly I would proclaim I ride a Glide, and yourself? My brother died August 31st 1982 and he always wanted to ride that bike, but never got too, we fished a lot together as some of you have read and I guess that is what brought this story to mind today and I began to think about that question as it relates to me being a catfisherman. Am I a catfisherman or just wear the shirt? Am I a catfisherman? I do target catfish, but I havent caught a 70 lb. blue or a 50 flathead or even a 20 lb. channel cat, I cant even say I have caught a catfish that was one of the biggest in the waters that I fish or that I know where to find the biggest fish in the waters that I fish. I have a 16 Jon boat that I proudly fly the BOC flag over, so narrow I hardly have room enough in it for me and all of my poles, has 12 rod holders between the store bought ones and the ones I made from information here on the BOC, and I can almost fill them all with equipment that I have acquired over the years, both new and used from auctions and yard sales. Get a rod box full of homemade swimming noodle slip bobbers and bags and bags of snelled hooks that break off at the sneel a lot when I get hung up, because I think I didnt follow Big Georges directions about snelling to the T. When I go catfishing, more often than not, in most peoples opinion I get what they call skunked, do I feel skunked? No, I got to be out there, I got to breathe the fresh air, I got to ride my little boat and sometimes that is like I think riding 8 seconds on Bodacious the bull, would be like, really rough and hard to stay on, but I love that ride. Seldom do I go that I dont get to laugh at myself about something stupid that I did, like today I decide to go bank fishing for a couple of hours before work .fell down a steep bank, broke my bait pole off at the handle, broke my tackle box, now 2 of the three trays dont fold open like they are suppose to when I open the box, because the braces broke that support them when I fell (probably cause they have about 20 lbs. of assorted lead sinkers in them) and now I feel like I truly rode 8 seconds on Bodacious the bull, pretty sore from head to toe, but when I fell I just started laughing and thought Now that was stupid! and I laughed some more got up and went on fishing. I can sit there all day or night, in the boat or on the bank, not getting any bites and when I go home, cant wait till the next time I get to go and do it all again. If it werent for catfishing, I would not have gotten to see my first Eagle flying in the wild, right over my boat! (Now that was amazing!) I would have never found the BOC in a random internet search about Virginia catfishing, as I seen the name of an old friend from along time ago, Jeff Dishons in a post about being in the Virginia Hall of Fame of the BOC. (Where you at now Jeff? You have the only flathead catfish in the Virginia Hall of Fame and you are never on here any more!) What does it mean to me to be a catfisherman .Im not sure that I can classify myself as a catfisherman, and I know I dont belong in the same league as most everyone on the BOC when it comes to size of fish I have caught, so for now, to me, being a catfisherman means, Eagles flying in the wild, a since of humor, patience, excitement, old friends, new friends, falling down the bank, riding a rough little crowded boat, getting a new bait fishing pole, carrying a 25 lb. tackle box and best of all, having some of the best cat people in the world trying to teach me how to do it all better! Thanks brothers and sisters of the BOC for letting me hang out around here! I hope, eventually, I can actually not just wear the shirt but earn the title of being a catfisherman, and actually be able to catch big catfish!