So I'm taking a friend fishing on the Pearl. We drove down to the sand bar in my 60 with canoe on top. Get out on the water and drop Dr. Martin off on the rocks to fly fish for stripers. Some guys over on the other side motion for me to come over as if needing some assistance.
What the heck, I paddle over. Turns out one of them had a fish on line which he couldn't manage to land. Requests a boat ride out to the fish. Having never sat in a canoe before, he nearly tips us over trying to get in. After a quick lesson about center of gravity we real his line in out to the middle of the river.
For the next 15-20 minutes we were pulled around by SOMETHING very large. Finally gets tired enough to surface revealing a catfish about the size of my canoe. (well.....)
Unable to pull said creature into said boat, we make our way over to the bank, hop out, wade in. I take the pole and keep the (now exhausted) lunker on line while my new friend wades out with a stringer and wrestles the fish to shore.
View the results: Weighed in at 49 lbs.
What the heck, I paddle over. Turns out one of them had a fish on line which he couldn't manage to land. Requests a boat ride out to the fish. Having never sat in a canoe before, he nearly tips us over trying to get in. After a quick lesson about center of gravity we real his line in out to the middle of the river.
For the next 15-20 minutes we were pulled around by SOMETHING very large. Finally gets tired enough to surface revealing a catfish about the size of my canoe. (well.....)
Unable to pull said creature into said boat, we make our way over to the bank, hop out, wade in. I take the pole and keep the (now exhausted) lunker on line while my new friend wades out with a stringer and wrestles the fish to shore.
View the results: Weighed in at 49 lbs.
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