10-22-2014, 09:00 AM
My friend Dan comes to Talladega twice a year for the race, he always brings new folks with him when he comes and they ask to go catfishing. <br /><br />Results have been mixed in previous years, but this trip was a doozy. <br /><br />I got to the dam Friday evening to scout around, hoping to find some good biat and possibly chase a striper. They had five spill gates open and bait was nowhere to be found. It was really spooky to see that even the locals were not fishing off the railing, I should have know something was up. <br /><br />We tried Saturday morning for anything in the discharge using soons, fluke, sassy shad, etc. No luck. <br /><br />Then tried the wingwall for some catfish action, no luck. <br /><br />I saw a few skipjack bust below the ramp, and we boated 4 of them and several small white bass there. <br /><br />Moved down river hitting know places I have caught catfish before, no luck. <br /><br />The trip ended with not a cat in the boat, and my pride hurt. So it goes with the life of Spur.