Andy and I like to think there's nothing better than going out fishing; catching enough to eat; cleaning and filleting them and frying them for supper that night. Fried catfish, hush puppies and slaw sitting at the picnic table with the river beside us just can't be beat!
|Hush puppies, catfish in the middle and crappie on the right.|
|Darla's gonna bring a lot of fun to her new owner.|
Saturday was kind of a wash, as this was just the second time we'd stayed this Spring and Andy still had a lot of work to finish on the lift before we could even put the boat in the water.
We got out early Sunday morning. If you are on the river, you know a few minutes after 6 AM the fishing boats are running wide open out of Sportsman's Park for tournament fishing. Nobody I know can sleep through that.
Sunrise looking to the east from our "Rocking Chair" landing.
Fishing with Bologna
As we were getting stuff together for the day, I noticed I had left a piece of 1/4" thick bologna from our last stay. (Perfect for fried bologna sandwiches) I asked Andy if he thought I could catch a catfish with the old bologna. My thoughts were if they'd eat nasty livers, why not some really good German bologna? He kind of laughed it off. I threw it in the iced down worm cooler as the ace up my sleeve. We headed out and I started fishing with worms and Andy went with minnows. We made adjustments to how deep we were fishing and finally, Andy caught a pretty nice catfish and we starting thinking about how good the fish was going to taste that night. I was having no luck at all. So, I got the bright idea to reel my line in and add a chunk of bologna to the hook. Lo and behold, I caught one immediately and that sucker was RIGHT! That fish gave me a pretty good bit of fun bringing him in. Since our net was on the pontoon boat back at home...I was relying on Andy to help me get it in the boat. I will take any fish off a hook...except a catfish. They scare me half to death. They can HURT you!
Image Source: Proper way to tie a hook
Now, when Andy and I started fishing, he taught me how he tied a hook; plus he has one other little knot he tied to secure it even more. Well, I never did master step two. When he picked that catfish up, it literally dropped off in the boat (thank God!) and all that was on the end of the line was a curled up piece of line. Needless to say, that won't happen again.
As many hooks as I've hung in logs that took an unbelievable amount of pressure to release, I couldn't believe I just about messed up and could have ended up with a "one that got away" story on my hands.
Step two is to make a loop, run the hook through and carefully slid the knot up the shank of the hook so that it stops right below the eye of the hook.
Andy started catching a few Crappie and we were satisfied we had enough fish for supper that night.My luck was running out and all I could think about is this one spot we caught a 7 and 10 lb. catfish in.
|Andy had his hands full with this 7 and 10 lb. catch! He's 6 feet tall...to help put these fish in perspective.|
It was at that point we decided to pack it in for the day and clean some fish. We had enough for Sunday night and froze the rest for another day.
The rest is history....
A plate of fried catfish and crappie, hush puppies and slaw was a great way to wind down a wonderfully relaxing weekend with my best friend!
The sun sets to the west from the "Rocking Chair" landing.