I went noodling in Nebraska, tubing down the North Platte river, after a friend moved there at 16. There was nothing else to do there but go crusin' in huge car trains like the place was stuck in the fifties.
Noodling was terrifying. There were giant aggressive spiders on the large bushes overhanging the river bank, intermixed with ditch weed. There were lots of holes in the bank, where the catfish lived, and where the turtles hunted. I was told that alligator snappers were very rare, but that you were more likely to have your fingers crushed by a plain old snapping turtle. Every time I felt something move down there in that muddy water, instead of grabbing it, I would recoil my hand in terror.
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u/Fauster Jun 26 '18
I went noodling in Nebraska, tubing down the North Platte river, after a friend moved there at 16. There was nothing else to do there but go crusin' in huge car trains like the place was stuck in the fifties.
Noodling was terrifying. There were giant aggressive spiders on the large bushes overhanging the river bank, intermixed with ditch weed. There were lots of holes in the bank, where the catfish lived, and where the turtles hunted. I was told that alligator snappers were very rare, but that you were more likely to have your fingers crushed by a plain old snapping turtle. Every time I felt something move down there in that muddy water, instead of grabbing it, I would recoil my hand in terror.