Growing up in North Carolina, not quite a redneck but definately not a city boy we were always looking for ways to entertain ourselves, be it chasing groundhogs with slingshots to shooting branches out from under squirrels so they would fall down into the middle of the girls sunbathing on the quad, but I don't ever remember my old man saying to me, "hey son, let's go grab some catfish by the lips and yank him out of the water. it'll be fun." (remember to say this with a good southern drawl)
Please remember no catfish has lips to harm nor do the people of North Carolina like to equate themselves at the lower social status of those from the armpits further south.
I ger-ron-tee that there are those of a different upbringing than me that will point out North Carolina's own mistakes in not being able to determine whose side it was on during certain 'portant battles of these here 'Nited States. To those I remind you that we still drink and eat our Budweezer and Moonpies or for the youngins RC Cola same as you folk do.
Gosh I sure do miss home.
Thanks to Boing Boing for the link.