Screw those stinking catfish.
Ever since dad put them in there, I have no frogs, toads, newts, salamanders or anything else left...just huge, nasty 4 foot bullheads and river cats.
Far as I’m concerned, they can all croak this year.
The place was a beautiful, teaming-with-life lily filled bog before he dug it out, “killed” the underground spring that fed it and stocked it with those hell fish.
[and no, I don’t hold grudge, much]....LOL
My Grampa felt the same way about Bluegill.
“Huck them over the bank” he would say.
They crowd the pond.
Still, that recipe will help you thin them out.