Gator gar
11-23-2008, 02:45 PM
Well, me and a buddy of mine headed up to White Rock Creek Saturday morning. As you can see, we were geared up to throw some jugs. But since there were birds that roosted up there on those old logs, I decided to bring my old trusty Zebco 404s.
We sat up camp there on the hill as usual. I brought just about everything but the kitchen sink with me this time and didn't even think to take a picture of it all, til it was too late this morning.
I had all the comforts of home this time. My tent, my air mattress and my heater. All of them in fine working order.
We threw out about 40 jugs in all depths ranging from 8 foot to 20 foot. We didn't have a certain plan, we just scattered jugs all over the place. When the jugs were set, we ran back through them and picked up one nice sized cat. Kinda slow, compared to other times. Oh well. We went back and got our trusty old Zebcos and headed out to catch some bait.
After the bait was captured, we pulled up along every dead tree or stump that had the cormorant white wash on them.(Bird poop). So we started chunking the shad up on them logs and ease them off the side and let it drift to the bottom. Wouldn't be long and "Bam" there would be a fish on there.
I caught one that was 7.89 pounds under one log and 5 minutes later, my buddy caught it's twin, weighing in at 7.89 pounds exactly. I'm not kidding, they were exactly the same fish, but different. You talk about fun, we had some fun. We were catching nice sized blue cats, around fallen logs, in 1.9 feet of water. It was crazy.
A little before dark, we headed in and cleaned our catch. I breaded a few fillets and deep fried them over an open flame. Nothing like hot fried catfish, with white bread and cold pork and beans. It wasn't too long after that, that my eyelids started to get heavy. Wasn't long and I headed inside the comforts of that big tent.
I told my buddy that he was welcome to sleep in the tent and there was plenty of room. He declined and said he was going to sleep by the fire on the ground on his bed roll. All that sleeping on the ground must not have lasted that long. After all those varments going in and out of the tub with the fish guts and that wind howling at about midnight, I guess he changed his mind. I found him in the front seat of the truck,when I got up this morning at 4 oclock.
I asked him was he ready to put an end to his misery? I said don't even tell me you slept good, cause I know you didn't. I have slept in those exact same positions that he was in, except in about 29 degree weather, with steel toed boots on. I know camping "misery" first hand. I have a blue ribbon on camping discomfort, I promise you.
Thanks to Dbullard, we had no problem finding our jugs in the dark. Those trailer reflective tape had the whole place lit up. I can't imagine what that duck hunter had running through his mind we he came around the bend with all those lights on the front of his boat, shining. It looked like car tail lights everywhere you looked.
By this time, we were tired of catfish and just started culling. We put a bunch back to fight another day. We had enough and were ready to call it quits. I put on my rubber apron and started pulling jugs, slinging hooks and throwing fish. Yep, it was time to call it quits.
We get everything broken down at the camp and loaded up and we are headed home. I get half way down hwy 190 and blow a tire on my boat trailer. We discuss him going on ahead without me and picking up his lowboy and loading my boat on it. I decide to ease off the side of the road and take the direct route. Keep on driving.
I find the first dirt road I come to and after I have done and slung all the rubber off the wheel, I start slinging dirt and rock. My poor license plate on the trailer is pretty dinged up. About 15 miles of backroads later, I find me and my crippled up old boat trailer in the yard.
I told my buddy Darryl to get his fillets and I gave him 3 packs of deer meat and an empty egg carton, so he can hit the chicken house on his way out and we part ways. I'm sure he is in the bed, recovering as we speak.
All in all it was a great time. Especially if you were smart enough to bring all the comforts of home with you. :rotfl:
We sat up camp there on the hill as usual. I brought just about everything but the kitchen sink with me this time and didn't even think to take a picture of it all, til it was too late this morning.
I had all the comforts of home this time. My tent, my air mattress and my heater. All of them in fine working order.
We threw out about 40 jugs in all depths ranging from 8 foot to 20 foot. We didn't have a certain plan, we just scattered jugs all over the place. When the jugs were set, we ran back through them and picked up one nice sized cat. Kinda slow, compared to other times. Oh well. We went back and got our trusty old Zebcos and headed out to catch some bait.
After the bait was captured, we pulled up along every dead tree or stump that had the cormorant white wash on them.(Bird poop). So we started chunking the shad up on them logs and ease them off the side and let it drift to the bottom. Wouldn't be long and "Bam" there would be a fish on there.
I caught one that was 7.89 pounds under one log and 5 minutes later, my buddy caught it's twin, weighing in at 7.89 pounds exactly. I'm not kidding, they were exactly the same fish, but different. You talk about fun, we had some fun. We were catching nice sized blue cats, around fallen logs, in 1.9 feet of water. It was crazy.
A little before dark, we headed in and cleaned our catch. I breaded a few fillets and deep fried them over an open flame. Nothing like hot fried catfish, with white bread and cold pork and beans. It wasn't too long after that, that my eyelids started to get heavy. Wasn't long and I headed inside the comforts of that big tent.
I told my buddy that he was welcome to sleep in the tent and there was plenty of room. He declined and said he was going to sleep by the fire on the ground on his bed roll. All that sleeping on the ground must not have lasted that long. After all those varments going in and out of the tub with the fish guts and that wind howling at about midnight, I guess he changed his mind. I found him in the front seat of the truck,when I got up this morning at 4 oclock.
I asked him was he ready to put an end to his misery? I said don't even tell me you slept good, cause I know you didn't. I have slept in those exact same positions that he was in, except in about 29 degree weather, with steel toed boots on. I know camping "misery" first hand. I have a blue ribbon on camping discomfort, I promise you.
Thanks to Dbullard, we had no problem finding our jugs in the dark. Those trailer reflective tape had the whole place lit up. I can't imagine what that duck hunter had running through his mind we he came around the bend with all those lights on the front of his boat, shining. It looked like car tail lights everywhere you looked.
By this time, we were tired of catfish and just started culling. We put a bunch back to fight another day. We had enough and were ready to call it quits. I put on my rubber apron and started pulling jugs, slinging hooks and throwing fish. Yep, it was time to call it quits.
We get everything broken down at the camp and loaded up and we are headed home. I get half way down hwy 190 and blow a tire on my boat trailer. We discuss him going on ahead without me and picking up his lowboy and loading my boat on it. I decide to ease off the side of the road and take the direct route. Keep on driving.
I find the first dirt road I come to and after I have done and slung all the rubber off the wheel, I start slinging dirt and rock. My poor license plate on the trailer is pretty dinged up. About 15 miles of backroads later, I find me and my crippled up old boat trailer in the yard.
I told my buddy Darryl to get his fillets and I gave him 3 packs of deer meat and an empty egg carton, so he can hit the chicken house on his way out and we part ways. I'm sure he is in the bed, recovering as we speak.
All in all it was a great time. Especially if you were smart enough to bring all the comforts of home with you. :rotfl: