reminds me of my great grandpa. he owned this cave in southern Illinois (blasted it himself, btw), and it had a lake that was full of catfish. there was this one catfish that was bigger than an adult’s thigh (length and diameter), it was white, and had never been caught. he named it George, and every time he went to feed the Catfish, he would call to George in this special way (cannot be described in text). He even had this special rock that he did it from.

*sigh.* I miss you Opa!