11-24-2009, 10:00 AM
I got to sneak off for a little evening fishing last night. I had anticipated getting there early enough to try and see if there was any bait present, but a wreck on 565 covering up both lanes, had traffic at a standstill for over 45 minutes; late as usual. I got to the ramp right at dusk and had missed any skipjack bite if there even was one?.?.? Any way I goofed around for a little bit and then anchored at about dark:30. It seems like it takes forever when fishing solo to get everything geared up, baited, and everything but finally by 6:15 I actually had all my baits the water. I was fishing pretty shallow at about 15 feet when my first clicker started singing. Either I am mighty rusty at predicting the size of catfish (most likely) or that was the meanest 25lbers to ever hit the bottom of my boat. It pulled like heck and I really thought it was a better fish. I had one hard run on the clicker about 10 minutes later then nothing happed for the next 30 minutes. At about 7:00 I decided to move, I decided to trust my fishfinder a little on the next anchor and rested my boat just upstream of a pod of fish that had shown up earlier on the fishfinder. After a little while (10 minutes or so) I had a clicker go off and a 36 pounder in the boat. After that I had quite a dry spell until about 8:15 when I saw one of my rods load up. After some one handed acrobatics in the dark, I had 54lber in the net. I made the ol gal say cheese, and away she went back in the river. No sooner had I heard the last splash of her tail did rod number 2 go off. This time it was an even better fish, right at 65lbs. Again, I took a quick self pic and let another one swim. I waited another 20 minutes or so without another nibble and decided it was getting late, and I should try to make curfew (which I missed, as usual). Anyway not a bad evening but still not the hoss I was hoping for, but it was a beautiful night with a tiny breeze which made fishing in the heavy current a pleasure.