04-25-2009, 09:00 AM
8up had been coming down to fish with WLG tomorrow and got me to take him out today by bribing me with a bunch or those Cumberland skipjack. I had warned him that the Chick catting was going to be rather poor with the low water flows, but he didn&#39;t care.<br /><br />We got to Skull Island ramp, and if someone hadn&#39;t parked kind of foolishly I wouldn&#39;t have had a spot to park, but I managed to back the trailer into a spot that there was no way you could pull into frontways. We sure need that economic recovery thing, &#39;cause there sure aren&#39;t many folks working on Fridays - they&#39;re all at the ramp, including cathooker, drumking, fishin fool and fishin fire!!!<br /><br />We started off the day with 8up catching his big fish of the day, a 10 pound blue. I put on a nightcrawler and tried for channel cats - and of course caught a 35 pound blue on it! All total we caught 7 cats - the 35, the 10, a 9, and several under 9, uhh, actually, they were a LOT under 9 pounds emoDoh .<br /><br />When I got home, Mrs. EricM thought that maybe I might just want to leave the boat out in the sun and wind for the rest of the afternoon (hint,hint). I guess yesterday&#39;s net full of fish slime and scales, coupled with drum drippings and old catfish slime and skipjack marinade, and topped with a nice thunderstorm on the way home yesterday, made a soup that she found less than appealing in the garage last night. Seems she left her window open in the car overnight and felt it was a bit of a problem this morning when she had to drive to Chattanooga. I didn&#39;t bother to tell her that I&#39;m not all that good at peeing out of the boat any more either. emoEek She, ahhh, seemed to have enough on her mind at the time.