The Storm

fishin' guide on the river for city folks that come out here to catch flat- heads." “Flat - heads, Sir?” “Yep, flat heads. Big, huge catfish that just lie on the bottom and eat 'till they're huge. You can barely get 'em up in a boat. Henry is the best around here at finding' 'um and gettin' 'um caught. He would probably be your best bet.” “Where does this Henry fellow live?” I asked. “Just follow the road through town and turn right at the first dirt road. Keep going 'till you see catfish heads hanging on a fence. That’s his advertisement. Don’t go up to the door. There’s a bell at the fence gate. Ring it and he’ll come out, if he ain’t in the outhouse. And if he is, just wait for him at the gate.” Well, that’s about the weirdest instructions I had ever heard. "But this isn’t Kansas anymore," I thought…

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