Monday, July 11, 2011

Day 59: My Turn

This rather small channel catfish ate a rather large bluegill sunfish.
When: Sunday, July 10th, from 8pm to 10pm
Where: The Delaware and Raritan (D & R) Canal
What: Catfishing with Andy S
Weather: Sluggish.....like a wet sponge. High 80's, light S to SW wind.
Moon: Waxing. A few days before full.
Water Conditions: A little high, stained.

Aside from my family, my fiance and the snooze button on my alarm clock, there is absolutely nothing I love more than catching catfish. So, when Andy S decided to put together an http://www.njfishing.com/ catfish night, I was all for it.

Kind of.

Although I originally had signed-on, I thought the gathering was on Friday. In reality, it was actually on Saturday; the day of Trixie and Adam's wedding. No big deal, there will be plenty of catfishing over the next 2 months.

By the way.....Conrats to Trixie and Adam!!! You guys look so happy and I'm so happy for you!! Thank you for having us, we had a ball!!!!

After having a great time at the wedding, I was well aware that where the guys were fishing was on our way home.

So Lindsay and I stopped to say "hello."

In the time that we were there, I met LardAlmighty, FastEddie and I already knew Chris_JC and Andy S. I snapped a pic of a kitty that Chris_JC (Chris Martalus) landed while Lindsay and I chatted with the guys, but I was defininitely itching to get in on the action.

It just wasn't in the cards

However..........

I had catfish on the brain all day Sunday, so when I got done with the reports for The Fisherman, it was right back to the canal.....this time, with rods, livers and live bluegills.

Andy S met me there to hang out for a few, and after striking out in the river, the catfish above hit a live bluegill in the canal. Andy was pretty amazed that a rather small catfish could inhale such a big bait, but I've come to learn that nothing is more appetizing for catfish and bass than a kickin' gill. Although the fish was not huge, it was still great to get outside, hang with Andy and land a fish.

I still don't know what it is; the heat, the darkness, the smell, the insects, the anticipation of a monster being on the other end of the line at any moment, but there is something about fishing for catfish that will just never get old.

Next Up: Not sure.

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