I have been keeping a catfish rig at the end of the pier, trying to land something big. At one point, we were floating on tubes, and I would periodically glance at the catfish pole to see if anyone was nibbling. It's not so easy to get out of an inner tube, up the few stairs, and down to the end of the pier when the fishing pole starts bouncing, but it was time to try.
I got to end and started reeling. It was something of significance at the end of my line. Just as I got it to the top of the water, it flopped around just enough to get itself loose. NF caught just enough of a glimpse to know I wouldn't be lying about a fish being on the line. From my vantage point, it was clearly a catfish. I would guess it to be a 3-pounder or so.
That made the day interesting. I cast out again, to almost the same spot, then reeled in my crappie line, dropped the depth to nearly the lake bottom (it's no deeper than six feet for at least a hundred yards from the pier) and cast that out there too.
Within a couple of hours, I caught four of these guys...
They were all between 2 & 3lbs. Notice the bobber in the photo? Yep, I caught three of the four catfish on the crappie line with a bobber. Wacky, but cool. Now I know where to hunt for the big cat.
P asked me to take her out on a jet ski. Like I would say no! No photos, but I can still hear her saying "Daddieeeee" every time I got on the throttle more than she wanted.
NF also took B, P, and me on a couple of boat rides.
Obviously, she's fan of the photo opp...
Looking forward to an even hotter weekend coming up. It won't stop me from fishing, to be sure.
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