(note: originally posted on www.thenastywench.blogspot.ca and www.thenastywench.wordpress.com…now in its new home at www.thenastywench.com)
Oh, for fk sake…seriously?!?
I kid you not. I have had a terrible couple of weeks, just got back from my electrolysis appointment (waging battle against morphing into a post-menopausal circus freak, fyi – laser doesn’t work on blonde hair, permanent facial hair removal requires jamming an electrical probe into each follicle individually and frying the crap out of it, repeatedly…because once is not enough, and paying for the privilege…but I digress).
I toss myself onto the couch and catch a glimpse of two things on the television – neither of which makes any sense and zero ability to reconcile the two. Some redneck male is wrestling with a huge catfish in a muddy bog of some sort, cut to a flamingly gay character (not that there’s anything wrong with that) in a cabin setting making over a couple of women …glamming them up in what can only be described as early 80’s chic make up, these are either friends or spouses of the men wrestling the catfish. Don’t get me started.
So I turn to my son and inquire…wtf?? Apparently this is something called Hillybilly Handfishing…yes, there is a show called Hillbilly Handfishing. He offers to change the channel – but much in the way you can’t quite take your eyes off a car wreck, the dark and twisty side of me was morbidly curious to see how this plays out.
She’s got one “under her butt, under her business, tickling her fancy”.
Nothing like having your fancy tickled by a 50 some odd pound slimy, mucky catfish…I’ll take your word for it, count me the fk out.
So, let me get this straight. In order to go “hillbilly handfishing”, one gets into a van blindfolded ‘cause you are being taken to a secret location, the catfish hole is proprietary information, is there really a line up for this?? Isn’t there a whole genre of B movies that start out with unsuspecting people getting into a van blindfolded somewhere in the rural southern states? Those movies never end well. Some mutant miscreant is taking you home to meet the family with tell-tale banjo music playing in the background.
You arrive at the mudbog where job one is to wade right in, the bottom is slimy and disgusting. Sit on down in the muck and feel around. There are catfish – huge, slimy, creepy, disgusting catfish lurking in the muck. Feel around a bit until you find one – that may be sitting right beneath you, tickling your fancy, no less. Use your hand for bait and when it attempts to scarf down your hand, you grab its’ jaw and yank it out of the mud.
All of this is done willingly, no one is being held at gunpoint. I cannot tell you how long my “bucket list” would need to be for Hillbilly Handfishing to make an appearance. Having a root canal (sans novocaine) during a colonoscopy (no lubricant, angry medical tech) would make the list waaaay ahead of Hillbilly Handfishing and you won’t see me signing up for that either.
At that point, my desire to figure out the whole makeover tie in was well in the rear view mirror, no amount of explaining is going to justify any of it…no “aha moments” here Oprah, this is just too many kinds of wrong. That’s a half hour of my life I’m never getting back. I’m not sure what’s more pathetic – that there’s actually a show called Hillbilly Handfishing or that I watched nearly an entire episode of it…maybe a little from column ‘A’, a little from column ‘B’.
∼ the nasty wench ∼
this folks, is the prize ….note while the show is off the air, handfishin’ aka: noodling is still very much a thing, call it what you want…still not doing it
(full disclosure, this post is from the archives)
2 thoughts on “Hillbilly Handfishing”
Kids say the damnedest things. Hillbillies do the damnedest things.
Catfish is good food. It tastes like nothing else – not even chicken. But catching it by letting it masticate your hand? Yea, that’s a little much for my liking.
Bur clearly entertaining! It sucked you in for half an hour. Just think, you could have cleaned the tub, done a load of wash, or savoured some Rocky Road. Then again, it’s the hand fishing that makes you so Nasty. 🙂
Entertaining in a wtf kinda way…I will credit my son’s very questionable taste in tv shows for providing some blog fodder on more than one occasion.