Everybody has a reason why they are catfisherman. What are your stories? My story starts back when i was 12... I was fishing on a decent sized farm pond on my uncles pond. I never caught a fish before in my life. I was told that there were only bass and bluegill in that pond, so i stocked up a small tackle box with what i thought was good lures. First i threw out a SS+ lizard, 20 minutes later i didnt get a nibble. I switched lures to a salty fluke. Still nothing. I rummaged through my tackle box and found one last package... Berkley Gulp, Turtleback worm. I thought to my self,"These are not going to work,". Still, i threw it out to the deep pond. SLAM! A fish took my lure and the spincasting reel started screaming, with the rod near its breaking point. I said to myself, "this isnt a bluegill!" All of a sudden, the fish jerked back and nearly pulled the rod from my sweaty hands! Finally, the tired fish gave in. i reeled it into the bank. On its face were 4 pairs of "whiskers". My Pa came to help me. He said it was a channel catfish. He weighed to 6 pounds and i unhooked the catfish to let him swim again. Ill never forget that day, That catfish was my very first fish.