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I grew up in NE Kentucky. One of my classmates in High School came in one day with his arm skinned up. Well I asked and he told me about "grappling catfish" Said he'd reached under a log in the river and stuck his arm right down a HUGE catfish's mouth. It nearly drowned him. As a kid I saw a catfish hanging from the neighbor's swingset. It's head was against the top bar and the tail was touching the ground. It had an air bladder the size of a soccer ball.
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