My baby has got her blue gill on. Scales took a Gatorade bottle, punctured the lid, ran a piece of string through it and tied a washer to that end. We then loaded up the bottle with old hamburger meat, closed the lid and punctured the bottle in several places. The wind was blowing hard from the larger lake, creating a current through the canal and out into the smaller body. Lily hammered an eye bolt into the ground and we tied the other end of the line to this. I threw chumming apparatus out to the end of the Lily pads so it would be held in place there and not float in, and then we went back inside to rig up for butter cats.
When we returned to the lake, Lily put one rod out with a bobber, while I sank mine on light weight. We both were using circle hooks which are often easier to retrieve when dealing with catfish. She fished for cats for a little while but then went back to the house for a smaller rod. Those blue gill were a calling, and check this guy out, very different looking from the one I took at Brian's spot.
We weren't out there long when Lily's bobber on her catfish rod started dancing around the lake. Something was nibbling on the fat back and then the bobber disappeared. Lil ran back over and wrestled in this Red Ear Slider. I caught the same turtle again later so I had her relocate him.
What cat fishing trip would be complete without catching a soft shell? Every time, they just can't resist the salted pork goodness. Cool looking animals though, and the circle hooks really paid off.
We finally started getting catfish instead of turtles and this was the first brown bullhead. The butter cats are also a form of bullhead but with a very richly, yellow colored belly. Both are excellent eating with the meat tasting almost sweet.
As night set in, the bite also kicked in, and I lost a few, but we still managed 8 cats and a 1 keeper gill. It looks like it's time for fish tacos again. It's funny, I don't really fish with bobbers very often because I'm usually chasing bass with lures, but I remember my roots, sitting on my grandmother's dock in Cocoa, watching a bobber with a piece of shrimp dangling underneath it. I caught a lot of sailor's choice and sheepshead over there, and tonight that presentation was 4 to 1 over the bottom rig. I'm 42 years old now, but I can still watch a bobber all night, and I still get excited every time I see it move. Fish on!
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.