Shopping for the totally dumb...
A long time ago in a land far, far away, (as they used to say) I used to drive up to Titusville and stop at a screened in place and eat breaded catfish til I should have been stuffed! Many years ago out here my youngest wanted to go fishing so I took him to a place that had "farmed" catfish. There were so many catfish in the pond you would have had to have been deaf, blind, and crippled not to come home with at least five catfish that morning! Even though I had the proper catfish meal, and fried them up with hushpuppies and all, he wouldn't touch them for love nor money! The experience was just for catching them, not for the eating! [He was all of 9 years old.] Now he lives in northern California around Eureka and loves fish! Marti