One of the best fisherman I know, and also my little brother, Peter "Catfish" Yerke. This is at Uptown and the bass were really quiet but we coaxed a couple out on drop shots, and then Pete shined a flash light in the water to see the size of the shad. After that he tied on a crank bait and took this guy.
The next day my wife was tired of all the catch and release bass, so I chummed up some bull heads, and spent the rest of my evening skinning cats. The easiest way is to to take a hammer and a large nail, and pin the catfish to a tree, but I wasn't sure how that would go over at a condominium. I couldn't find my catfish pliers so I ended up using Lily's Leatherman, which worked quite well.
So Lily made a pot of cheese grits and we fried some catfish and homemade onion rings.
Pickles is doing well, but hasn't sought his independence as quickly as I would have thought.
It may be the difference between a Fall and Spring baby, but he is still quite cuddly and likes to take naps under my shirt. He also ruff houses with my wife, and it looks more like someone playing with a cat or a dog. When the world gets too scary for him he retreats to his panic room, which is just a bird house in a cardboard box.
I tried some photos on a Macros setting I found on the camera, to see if it would bring out his pelt, and yes I called it a pelt. Very nice coloration on his fur.
He is much like the children, the pecans, apples, and mango slices are quickly consumed, while the broccoli, and squash go untouched.
Inside his little man cave are some pine needles to give it that rustic feel. He is spending more time on the porch, but freaked out over another squirrel that came to visit. It was some time before came out of hiding.
Another turtle in the dying slop, and a bit of cooler weather. I went to Turkey Lake with Rich Nuzzi and Wes Neal, and even though it was on a cold front, the bass were still biting in the first part of the morning.
A very nice park, but my slump continues. Out of 4 strikes, I was not able to close the deal on one them. I even had a bass go all Matrix on my toad, coming clear out of the water, engulfing the Zoom and heading for the pads. I set and it felt good, but moments later I pulled the toad from his mouth. Ah, I guess it is one of the things that keeps me coming back to this sport. You can never have it all figured out, and I have changed hook styles 3 times lately, but it hasn't seemed to help. Rich and Wes did well with there game plans and were able to boat a total of 7 fish on both top water and Texas rigged worms.
I'll be back to Turkey Lake though, it is an incredibly nice fishery, but I hate to end the week empty handed so I stepped out on Destiny for a few casts last night.
I first tried to reconcile with the toad, but missed two bass on it. So I switched up to an Ocho and slowly worked it Texas rigged, from the weed line back. I caught two bass, nothing of legend, but it feels good to get them all the way in, and I won't stop tossing a frog, but I probably go to slower model for a while. Top water is addictive.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.