I had been itching for some catfish lately so I decided to take my yak out to Lake Moultrie to try my hand at some fresh water. It had been a while since I had fished fresh water and all my gear was for salt. I managed to scavenge up a few hooks and some sinkers and brought along a tub of chicken livers, then I set out. It was skunky all day, up until about 5:00 when the bass started flipping on top of the water. I decided to switch one of my poles out to a top water to take a shot at the bass, when all of the sudden my catfish rod nearly popped out of the rod holder. It was a pretty decent fight, as fresh water fish go, and I nearly had him to the boat when my line snapped. Not to be outdone, I quickly rigged another hook to drop in the water, when out of nowhere a torrential downpour came in behind me. I was about 800 yards away from the launch and I paddled like an Olympian just to make it back. When I arrived at the launch three hours earlier, there wasn’t a parking spot to be found. When I paddled back, there were only two boat trailers left, I guess I should have been paying attention to the weather condition. As i finished loading my yak into my truck, I looked back to the water and saw a big old catfish head pop out of the water, he had a silver hook hanging out of the side of his mouth and he gave me a little wink. I flipped him the bird and told him “I will see you next week.”
…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.