He was right. I was a typical angler of my time. When it came to fresh water, I searched for bass, then sac-a-lait (white crappies), then bream. Sure, I knew some people fished for cats--but where was the challenge or glamour in catfishing? There was no Catfish Unlimited, no Catfish Sportsman's Society, no catfish pros. You didn't see flatheads or blues mounted on the wall at the tackle store, and there were no cool flyfishing shows with prissy Eastern swells looking lovingly at a catfish before releasing it.