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Yeah, the weather was hot. But so was the fishing…at least for those everlovin’ kitties. Like the late great Rodney Dangerfield, they “don’t get no respect”. But they hit hard, fight hard and are great on the table if you know how to fix them. And they still bite even during the hot times…when the “other guys” are tough to catch. If you’re not with the fish you love…love the fish you’re with.
Nice and cool at launch time. 58 degrees at 7 am. But up to 95 by noon departure. TDH (Too D----- Hot)! Water temp was 75 at launch and up to about 78 by noon. Bet it got a lot hotter on a record heat day. Water level was down to only 1 to 1.5 feet in the boat basin. Channel was 7-9’ if you stayed in the middle.
Got a slow start. Worked fligs and bait all the way out the channel…clear out past the last buoy. Saw lots of shad and a few other fish on sonar but nary a sniff on anything I was offering. Traded a dragging flig rod for a rod rigged with a “Pistol Pat” propeller jig head and a white Gulp Minnow. That has worked well for me in the past when there are lots of young shad for the predators to eat. It worked. Caught my first couple of cats on it…and a couple more later.
After the sun came up over the mountain and hit the water…a little after 8…the fish got busy. For the next couple of hours I was getting smacked fairly regularly. Got fish on several different rigs, but the blue-silver whirly flig…with a small minnow…got the most and biggest…up to 24 inches.
I had caught about a dozen cats when the “Deadly Duo” (Curt & Ira) motored up to harass me. Not the power squadron. Maybe the powerless squadron. They had only caught a couple of cats…and nothing else. I downloaded a couple of my most effective whirlies to them and we went different directions. But I did get a shot of them bringing in a cat a few minutes later.
As usual, fishing slowed down about 10:30. I had caught about 15 fish by then and gave myself another 15 minutes before trolling cranks back to the marina. Right on cue…at 10:45…my blue-silver whirly rod went bendo and I brought in my last cat of the day. But I didn’t get any hits at all on the cranks…going back to the marina. However, the water was pretty stained and I’m sure that reduced the potential for a moving lure bite.
There were a couple of small boats fishing right outside the harbor, that had been able to launch in the low water conditions. Saw one of them catch a catfish right on the edge of the channel.
As I was stowing my gear there was a big bad power boat launching a couple of ramps to the south. I hollered at him that the water was probably too shallow…but he just glared at the silly float tube fisherman. How could I possibly know what I was talking about? A few minutes later his motor was throwing up mud and he almost hit a visible rock just below the surface a short ways out from the dock. So he shut off the motor, jumped into the shallow water and pushed his boat back over to the ramp…where his wife backed down and helped him retrailer his boat. I giggled a bit.
Yeah, the weather was hot. But so was the fishing…at least for those everlovin’ kitties. Like the late great Rodney Dangerfield, they “don’t get no respect”. But they hit hard, fight hard and are great on the table if you know how to fix them. And they still bite even during the hot times…when the “other guys” are tough to catch. If you’re not with the fish you love…love the fish you’re with.
Nice and cool at launch time. 58 degrees at 7 am. But up to 95 by noon departure. TDH (Too D----- Hot)! Water temp was 75 at launch and up to about 78 by noon. Bet it got a lot hotter on a record heat day. Water level was down to only 1 to 1.5 feet in the boat basin. Channel was 7-9’ if you stayed in the middle.
Got a slow start. Worked fligs and bait all the way out the channel…clear out past the last buoy. Saw lots of shad and a few other fish on sonar but nary a sniff on anything I was offering. Traded a dragging flig rod for a rod rigged with a “Pistol Pat” propeller jig head and a white Gulp Minnow. That has worked well for me in the past when there are lots of young shad for the predators to eat. It worked. Caught my first couple of cats on it…and a couple more later.
After the sun came up over the mountain and hit the water…a little after 8…the fish got busy. For the next couple of hours I was getting smacked fairly regularly. Got fish on several different rigs, but the blue-silver whirly flig…with a small minnow…got the most and biggest…up to 24 inches.
I had caught about a dozen cats when the “Deadly Duo” (Curt & Ira) motored up to harass me. Not the power squadron. Maybe the powerless squadron. They had only caught a couple of cats…and nothing else. I downloaded a couple of my most effective whirlies to them and we went different directions. But I did get a shot of them bringing in a cat a few minutes later.
As usual, fishing slowed down about 10:30. I had caught about 15 fish by then and gave myself another 15 minutes before trolling cranks back to the marina. Right on cue…at 10:45…my blue-silver whirly rod went bendo and I brought in my last cat of the day. But I didn’t get any hits at all on the cranks…going back to the marina. However, the water was pretty stained and I’m sure that reduced the potential for a moving lure bite.
There were a couple of small boats fishing right outside the harbor, that had been able to launch in the low water conditions. Saw one of them catch a catfish right on the edge of the channel.
As I was stowing my gear there was a big bad power boat launching a couple of ramps to the south. I hollered at him that the water was probably too shallow…but he just glared at the silly float tube fisherman. How could I possibly know what I was talking about? A few minutes later his motor was throwing up mud and he almost hit a visible rock just below the surface a short ways out from the dock. So he shut off the motor, jumped into the shallow water and pushed his boat back over to the ramp…where his wife backed down and helped him retrailer his boat. I giggled a bit.