I have noodled before in Oklahoma with brothers and Uncle Jack,he was crazy we would grab his feet a push him back under the bank when we found a hole.One time he started kicking his feet and that was the signal to haul him out,he said there was a big one back in there and caught his breath and was ready to go again,this time he was under there for about a minute and boy did he kick so we thought he had a big one and hauled him out again,his eyes were realy big and he said it got hands.It was a beaver and he was feeling it and the beaver was feeling him.I hauled out 2 Snapper's one time put them in a burlap potato sack and it took 2 of us to carry but have caught some 45# and a 60 # Flatheads and they shure can tear the hide off of your hands.After an oilfield accident on a drilling rig(spinning chain) and had to have a finger sewed back on I lost my taste for noodling or hand fishing.They call it grapling here in Tennessee.We always had plenty of beer in a ice chest and a couple of bottles of Burbon when we went(liquid courage) it was fun and nobody got hurt but like I said lost my taste for it.