Foot noodling is how I got my start. I was in the muddy bay for some other reason, and happened upon a bottle! Of course, my stuff was junk... Wish I could find an older such place!
Noodling for bottles is one thing, but noodling for catfish is an extreme sport. I was in N.C. getting a haircut and starting talking to the guy sitting next to me. I like to fish so I ask him if he knew any good fishing holes around town. Make a very long story short he told me about noodling for big catfish. I thought he was telling me a never happen story until he showed me the scars on his arm. Then his brother showed me his scars. The barber confirmed what was told to me.
I was really taken back with noodling.
CaptCadillac