My hat's off to anyone who can catch a catfish in this manner. My father, a native of Iowa, taught us a far less strenuous (you could even say flat-out lazy) method. We'd take a long cotton string line (maybe 100+ feet long -- hard to remember) with multiple hooks spaced out along it and baited with raw chicken livers, attach a large smooth stone to one end, tether the other end onto a stick buried in the riverbank and then toss the line into the river. Go back to camp, have a good night's sleep, and then return in the morning to pull up the line onto the bank (this was the Snake River, if memory serves). You could pretty much guarantee you'd pull in several whoppers. Terribly, terribly exciting as a kid to be the designated line-puller. Low on finesse, certainly, but full-proof.

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