Went to get me a ten pounder to win the catfish contest. Or at least have some fun trying.
Got to the lake about 645. Pretty damn warm. I ended up sweating all night.
Hoofed it to my spot. I had done well there two weeks ago. Well, what do you know? The Lao guy who watched me catch was right where I wanted to be. No problem. He is cool, we share.
As I set up, I see the guys across the lake hook up. Then when they put the fish on the stringer I see 2-3 more on it already. There were 6 of them. They limited all 6 guys by 9 and went home. Handed off the spot to 2 more guys who both limited and a third guy I'm not sure about. Damn. Spot mentally noted. Pretty far to hoof it all the way there.
Anyway, I watched the carnage awhile before I got on the board. So did Lao. Don't know his name, he doesn't know mine, but we are catfishing buddies now.
As the night passed, I got bit, he got bit, I even got 2 solo doubles. Then I see him packing up. Limits for him and his wife.
I slid into his spot. It was a little better than where I was fishing.
Catfish action was off the hook I had twelve, decided to quit at 15 and ended up with 16 since my last rod got bit as I packed my stuff.
Nothing worth measuring, 2-4 pound fish, but it was a fun night.
Didn't even take pics.
Well, there has been no shortage of catfish this season. I just wish they were bigger models.
Nice catching Steve!