So when we were kids, our home farm was 70 acres, with my dad"s home farm up the road, it was 244 acres, but mostly crop, with some timber.
The little farm was our paradise though. Cause it had about 1/2 mile of the PetiteSaline creek running along its western side. I think I was about 13, so my brother was 9. We had taken the farm truck down to the creek bottom, and were fishing. We hadn't been having much luck. I was using the small leopard frogs as bait. I also had a Zebco 33 reel with fiberglass rod. This set up was way to modern for my dad, as he liked cane poles, so he hardly ever held a modern "rod and reel". Anyway, my luck changed, and I tied onto a pretty big fish. Wasn't sure what I had till I got it close to the bank. I was perched out on an old root wad a little way out in the water. When I got it close, and pulled its head up, there was this big catfish looking at me. I could see the hook was not very secure in its upper lip. Not knowing what to do, I put it back under the water. Then I remembered my dads little Ruger, .22 Bearcat revolver was in the truck. I had my brother run get the revolver. The next time I pulled that catfishes head out, I shot it between the eyes. We got it home OK. I think it was only 5 or 6 pounds, but at that time it was a big deal. We had my dad take our picture and the fish was as long as my brother and I were wide, standing side by side. We put the picture in the local paper.
We didn't tell too many folks that we shot the fish. I think that was considered mildly illegal then. If nothing else, it was a rather unconventional fishing method.
But we ate the fish.