The November Fishing Report...
Lord I died and went down on the bayou in Louisiana or was it some where near Beaumont or maybe West Memphis. At the very least the ghost of my late mom and dad were sitting by me while I ate this old school dinner of whole fried catfish on a bed of Zummo's rice dressing with hushpuppies and fried alligator pear on the side.
Even though we noted a big goose egg swelled up on a trailer tire that will need replacement we put on the spare and headed across the lake for a moderate good middle of the afternoon fish bite. Fish did not seem grouped up but maybe it was the time of the day so we hit several spots all about 24'-26' feet deep and found a few catfish laying right on the bottom at each one. Final total was 23. Most were decent size with a mix of channel and blue cats. Since there is no minimum size restriction on catfish we threw is several like those on the plate because I felt like eating whole fried.
Cathy with a fat blue cat. Catfish count is going to run low this year because we have been occupied with other things and our outdoor activities are split between boating and travel trailering. That's ok, we will live and maybe a little longer since we haven't eaten as much fried catfish.
Matt lands another nice blue.
I think that's why we call him Mr. Whiskers.
We put enough of the big fillets into the freezer that we could have a grilled fish dinner for four. That will probably happen in early December because Cathy is scheduled for that shoulder in the foreground to be replaced and it will be sometime before she's casting and reeling again. The rest of those cats made a nice dinner for Miguel and the boys with a sampler package sent up to Mary on the labor and delivery night shift at the hospital.
I have been reading a Tennessee Williams bio that when it relates the period when he moved to New Orleans and describes it as a city "...famous for it's catfish..." This blog won't equal the literary greatness of Williams but my fried catfish is pretty famous and the fishing report is ever popular.
Labels: 5 gallons of stink bait, camping, catfish, lake, meat, New Orleans, swimming in my belly
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