I grew up fishing ponds. I'd ride my bicycle with a metal tacklebox held under one handlebar grip and a rod and reel under the other one. About the only catfish I remember catching though were bullheads.
Flash forward, 20-40 years and I've graduated to bass boats and a dozen rods and reels, and a half-dozen or so tackleboxes...in the boat. I spent a lot of time fishing the James River near Richmond, and the Channel Cats would hit most anything a bass would hit, but they hit harder, and fought longer.
I remember once fishing a jig and pig along a gravel pit...felt a pickup and set the hook. WHEEEEE Dogggies...that thing took me right to the deck. For a second I thought I'd hooked the biggest bass that had ever been in the Barge Pit...but then...no, it's a cat. Pulling too hard for a bass.
Finally got the fish into the boat (I was fishing by myself and didn't have a net) and holding it up, the head was at my belt buckle and the tail was almost on the deck. It was too big for the livewell really, but I it got in. I ran back to the landing, loaded the boat, and went to the local tackle shop up the road and weighed it. 35 pounds if I remember right. Probably the biggest I ever caught, but maybe not. I caught a bunch of them.
I took that one back to the river and released it. I'm much to lazy to clean them but they are fun to catch.
But back to ponds...to this day I don't think I drive by one and don't think...Man! I'd like fish that one.