Catfish Report...
Well I might have been premature in my announcement that catfish were there to be slip corked in the shallows and that spring had sprung because even though blog history showed that we had caught fish on slip corks on this date with the wind chill hovering at 33 degrees and our best two fish yesterday came on slip corks we filled out a stringer of 12 fish from the spot we call old reliable. Old reliable was about 24 feet deep on our last fishing trip back on Jan 7th and today with recent rains was showing 29 feet deep. Water temps were 56 degrees so give me about 5 more degrees and it will be on like a chicken bone with the slip corking.
Cathy shows off the average size yesterday. We have pretty much been operating on the principle of catching a supper so we have not stocked up a bunch of fish. People ask all the time about the next big fish fry and I have had an offer by a friend to host and cook, he's a chef and all I have to do is catch fish and play tuba and guitar but since I know of a party where at least 20 people contracted Covid a few weekends ago I'll be cautious for now.
Sitting in the shallows I could see at least 100 of the migratory white pelicans feeding. I don't know if these guys scoop up catfish there's some bait in the water for sure. Wiki reports that these birds need 1-2 bounds of fish a day so there's a possible 200 pounds of omega 3's that will not fortify your brain right there.
Matt caught one bigger than his hat.
Thanks to my friends Suzi and Charlie who in a fit of downsizing and decluttering as they move I have dedicated the rest of my life to fishing the antique gear they gave me, well at least 70s, 80s and 90s Zebco fishing gear. I seem to remember once as a child losing a big bass and my dad upgrading me to stouter tackle so this will phase will probably last till I loose a 10 pounder but since Cathy's big fish record is greater than mine it probably won't matter.
The Zamora's joined us for supper. One thing about them Zamora boys is if they have eaten a supper and fired catfish is served, they will eat second supper and with another brother on the way we may have to throw a couple more in the livewell.
Labels: 5 gallons of stink bait, baby, birds, catfish, Grand kids, lake, meat, swimming in my belly
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