Results of the Tricky Dick Catfish Rodeo and Round up...

Now I know how Nixon felt that day he resigned. The wind that had troubled us the last couple of trips laid, the lake was glass and we sweated bullets in the hot august sun just like that poor man must have done so many years ago on that walk to the helicopter.

The catfish were there. Caught 16. Guests on this trip was an old buddy from SFA days, Quince, a friend of 30 years in town paying a visit and Stacy, a co-worker of Cathy's. Better than average fish, I don't think there were any throw backs for undersize. Big thick fillets, those fish are swimming in my belly.

Here is me and Quince.












And of course the tub shot. Not a good shot, the fish look pretty small but notice that I have on no pants.