I remember it so well when Frank and my Dad dragged the huge catfish up the path. It was so big it looked like it wasn't real. It had big long whiskers. and beady little eyes. I was little so it looked like a huge shark or something to me. It was still breathing and wasn't dead yet..There was a big spring that was fed by the mountain rains..the water was very cold and was deep enough and big enough for this fish to be put into until they got ready to skin it. In a way, I felt sorry for the huge fish, but on the other hand, I was so excited to see what would happen to it..when they started to clean it. This fish was the biggest fish I ever saw!!...Frank had to hit it over the head with a huge sledge hammer, and it never moved..finally after many tries to knock it out..they had to take a spike and pound it through the cat fish's head..then they cut the skin around the head and began to peel it off with pliers and a knife..I was wondering...why would they go through such work just to get this catfish's skin off...but after along time and a lot of work finally the skin was off and the slices of cat fish were sliced away..the salt was poured over the head and I knew we would soon see the head of that catfish nailed onto the outside of the out house...and we did!! Not only did we see it there, we had it for dinner. Mae breaded it and fried it...everyone ate it and loved it...POOR FISH!!
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