Posted on 11/03/2008 9:30:11 AM PST by Prunetacos
Because it IS Oklahoma.
But they aren't going to eat a man..........
I imagine lakes in OK are COLD, at least to a person use swimming in the Gulf of Mexico.
Oh, wow... that’s kind of scary, now I don’t want to swim in anything but the oversized pond with the dumptruck-load of sand at the side that us locals pretend is a ‘beach’.
The lake I used to work at had a ‘family’ of catfish, the largest of which was just over 3 feet long. I thought it was a myth until I was standing on a dock one day, and some kid said “Whoa, look at the size of that thing!” and when I looked where he was pointing, I saw it... and the lake isn’t that big, it’s about 40 feet at the deepest and a mile or so across at the widest, and I’ve been down as far as 25 feet (Note to self: In the future, get watches that are water-resistant to MORE than 5 meters) and after that I never wanted to go back down there! And we told all those little kids that no, there weren’t any lake monsters, and George (the catfish in question) was perfectly friendly...
I imagine lakes in OK are COLD"
Enjoy Bath Lake in this charming cobblestone community in the Wichita Mountains. Medicine Park is southwest Oklahoma's best kept secret. It was Oklahoma's first resort area during the 1920s, attracting politicians, journalists, celebrities and gangsters. The town's spirit combines the early Native American healing powers of the creek and family resort fun from its founding days. The beauty and aura of Medicine Park appeals to a number of artists, crafters, musicians and outdoor lovers.
My grandfather caught these on the White River in the 1930s. He used to look forward to his annual trek from MI to go fishing (or is it hunting?)
While America was enjoying its annual turkey feast, Carl Smith was landing a feast of his own; a European record 226 lb. catfish in Spain.
The battle to land the giant fish, which beat the European record by 2lb, took the school caretaker from Owestry 35 minutes. The catfish, a European wels, was then weighed, measured and held for a photograph — just in case anyone questioned this fisherman’s tale. “We christened him Jaws and released him back in the water,” said Mr Smith, pictured holding the tail.
I have seen many discussions and proud photos of all kinds of stuff, but I could never have guessed the depth of experience and enthusiasm for this strange creature of American waters.
Throw your friend overboard.
Can he swim?
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