06-23-2019, 08:18 PM
Sorry, Richard. Here's what happened. When we got there a cold wind was blowing out of the northwest, creating white caps and rollers. Pisco hoped that it would die down after a while so he went ahead and launched and tied up at the dock. We figured we would clean up first while we waited for the wind to stop its hissy fit. He and Julie cleaned up on the north dike while ice_sled and I took the south. After a while BLK and Catrat showed up with their kayaks. We discussed the weather and we pretty much decided that the day was a loss; they and ice_sled left. I was about to go when my brother texted that he was on his way down from Riverton. We had fished the channel twice before together and we had caught nothing. We decided that it was calm in there so I stuck around for a third try. About the time he got there the lake had settled quite a bit and Pisco motored on out. A little later Tin-Can and Tincansmate came by and we wished them well.
Joatmon and I proceeded to fish where I had caught one the night before. I caught a bullhead and kept watching my bobber get towed around by the little stinkers. I was using the white bass a had kept from the night before while he was trying baby perch and cut chub and not even getting a nibble. I headed back to the pickup to retrieve the bass I brought with me out of the freezer but had forgotten and left on the seat. When I got back he had a channel cat up to the bank on one of my poles. A 23"er, but the ice was broken. We soon had him switched over to the bass and with both lines set up on bobber rigs. I noticed that he kept moving his bait in a little at a time. I told him to try leaving it in one place and waiting for the fish to smell it and come to it.
About mid-morning he was calling for the net. I fought through the brush and weeds and tried to net it. He was far from ready to quit and it took a while to get the big boy in. I congratulated Brett for catching a nice big one as only his second channel cat ever. It turned out to be a big black 27 incher. When he got ready to cast his line out again he looked to see where his bobber was. Couldn't spot it anywhere. He had another cat on, this one a big fat 25"er full of eggs. Once we finished goofing around with the pictures and returned her to the water, I noticed that my closest bobber had drifted all the way into the shore. That was funny because it usually stopped several feet out when the bait came to a rest on the bottom. "Oh just another bullhead pulled it in then took off," I thought to myself. I hoped I wasn't hung up on the moss and debris there. I start reeling in. I felt a little tug and guessed it was a bullhead. But then I got a real tug and the fight was on. I guess he was sulking in there under the junk. I got nervous about horsing him in so I lightened my drag and played him carefully. After several stabs Brett had him up on the bank. This was another black one which measured 26.5". So ended our "triple". I caught another mud cat but that was it. In a futile attempt I rebaited but to no response. They had turned on for 15 minutes then shut down for the day or maybe they were cruising by as a pack looking for trouble. At noon we packed up and headed in. About that time it started spitting a little rain and it was looking black and threatening to the west. I called Mooseman to see how they were doing. They had caught a few but nothing big and they were getting ready to head in because of the weather. You just can't be too careful on that lake. But I was gone before they arrived.
I saw your note and got it off my windshield before it was soaked. I'm sorry we missed you and wish you had gone out and fished; the water had settled right down.
Before I left, Pisco came in and I guess Tin-Can was right behind him. Well you read his report.
Hopefully Tin-Can and Mooseman will chime in and let us know how they did. But for now it looks like Joatmon had the biggest fish and raised his score by 52 points. Pretty good day, I'd say.
Joatman, if you read this please post your pictures; I didn't get any.
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Joatmon and I proceeded to fish where I had caught one the night before. I caught a bullhead and kept watching my bobber get towed around by the little stinkers. I was using the white bass a had kept from the night before while he was trying baby perch and cut chub and not even getting a nibble. I headed back to the pickup to retrieve the bass I brought with me out of the freezer but had forgotten and left on the seat. When I got back he had a channel cat up to the bank on one of my poles. A 23"er, but the ice was broken. We soon had him switched over to the bass and with both lines set up on bobber rigs. I noticed that he kept moving his bait in a little at a time. I told him to try leaving it in one place and waiting for the fish to smell it and come to it.
About mid-morning he was calling for the net. I fought through the brush and weeds and tried to net it. He was far from ready to quit and it took a while to get the big boy in. I congratulated Brett for catching a nice big one as only his second channel cat ever. It turned out to be a big black 27 incher. When he got ready to cast his line out again he looked to see where his bobber was. Couldn't spot it anywhere. He had another cat on, this one a big fat 25"er full of eggs. Once we finished goofing around with the pictures and returned her to the water, I noticed that my closest bobber had drifted all the way into the shore. That was funny because it usually stopped several feet out when the bait came to a rest on the bottom. "Oh just another bullhead pulled it in then took off," I thought to myself. I hoped I wasn't hung up on the moss and debris there. I start reeling in. I felt a little tug and guessed it was a bullhead. But then I got a real tug and the fight was on. I guess he was sulking in there under the junk. I got nervous about horsing him in so I lightened my drag and played him carefully. After several stabs Brett had him up on the bank. This was another black one which measured 26.5". So ended our "triple". I caught another mud cat but that was it. In a futile attempt I rebaited but to no response. They had turned on for 15 minutes then shut down for the day or maybe they were cruising by as a pack looking for trouble. At noon we packed up and headed in. About that time it started spitting a little rain and it was looking black and threatening to the west. I called Mooseman to see how they were doing. They had caught a few but nothing big and they were getting ready to head in because of the weather. You just can't be too careful on that lake. But I was gone before they arrived.
I saw your note and got it off my windshield before it was soaked. I'm sorry we missed you and wish you had gone out and fished; the water had settled right down.
Before I left, Pisco came in and I guess Tin-Can was right behind him. Well you read his report.
Hopefully Tin-Can and Mooseman will chime in and let us know how they did. But for now it looks like Joatmon had the biggest fish and raised his score by 52 points. Pretty good day, I'd say.
Joatman, if you read this please post your pictures; I didn't get any.
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The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.