A small bullhead.When: Sunday, November 13th, from 6:30pm to 7pm
Where: Echo Lake Park Pond
What: Bottom fishing with nightcrawlers
Weather: Mostly cloudy, 57 degrees, SW wind at 9mph
Barometric Pressure: 29.97in and steady
Moon: Waning, a couple days after full
Water Conditions: Murky
The dynamic of each Sunday can vary greatly from the previous. The main focus of my day is to get my writing done for The Fisherman, which can take anywhere from 5 to 8 hours depending on how much I dilly dally. The last few weeks, I've been starting my work at 9 or 10 am, giving me plenty of time to take a break in the afternoon or even finish everything by 3pm.
That was not the case this week.
I slept like a rock after my long day on Saturday and didn't want to get right to work when I got out of bed. As a result, I began my writing closer to noon; a time that I have identified as the lastest I can start and still get everything done by my 6pm deadline.
Which is exactly what happened.
It was a long day of staying seated, but everything was sent by 6pm, or maybe just a few minutes thereafter. Since I had not done any fishing at this point and darkness had fallen, it was time to go fish in the dark. Catfish like to bite after dark, and seeing as it was an unseasonably warm day, I thought that they might be biting.
For once, I was right.
I headed to Echo Lake Park Pond, which I am fairly certain has a population of channel catfish, although I've yet to see one. I had some nightcrawlers left over from the day before, so I set my line with a small hook, a crawler and a split shot. Within minutes I was getting bites, but most were getting off the hook. I did finally manage to keep one glued, and subsequently landed the small bullhead.
A minor success.