eh, eh, this aught to ruin your reputation Lenny! 
Just remember, there’s always the Red River/catten forums. 
Lenny and I have been talking about sharing a boat in the Bay City area for sometime. When he suggested last Friday night and the date was fast approaching, I became a little concerned and the butterflies were starting to fill my spare tire. After all, what could I talk about with THE Beer Professor? My uneasiness was made worse when I found the bubbler stop working in my sucker carrier and all of my suckers were belly up…but I broke into a cold sweat when I realized I was to bring along Mich Golden LIGHT…I grabbed MGD by mistake (jez there is a lot of beer brands out there…and they all look the same!)
As any good tenured Professor would do, he handled it well…just a few curse words and name-calling, he cracked open a can and we made do.
Cats were the target tonight…as long as it had whiskers we were on the prowl for them. After a couple MGD’s, Gator put his rifle away and we concentrated on the fish variety.
We stopped at one of GH’s secret spots. Anchored the boat and started baiting for channels and flats..That’s when I found out the truth about Gator Hunter! Like any website/forums, you just never know who or what kind of people you’ll meet. My worst fears were confirmed! Here I was on the backwaters of the Mississippi on a dark moonless night. No place to go, no place to hide… and be baited his treble hook (with a spinner) with CHICKEN LIVER! What could I do?! I sunk low into my chair, cut up some sucker and just started whistling…whistling a nervous whistle. We spent about 30 minutes (two beers) at this hole, packed up and moved on.
On the way to the next hole, I checked my handheld GPS to ensure if there were any more surprises (like stopping along the way to fish for walleye or small mouth bass on their beds) I would be able to find my way back…alone. As with getting the right beer and bringing live suckers…I forgot to change the batteries and the gps was as dead as the chicken that gave up his liver for a cat.:o
We arrived and after a little boat adjustment, got settled in…(opened another beer). It wasn’t long and we had our first tappitie..tap tap. But she didn’t have her bags packed and never committed. It was enough to warm up the evening though. A short beer later Gators rod started bouncing and he said in some very loving words that he had to stop setting the hook when using circle hooks. Didn’t matter she had her bags packed and was looking for a taxi.
The pictures below captured Gator obliging and broughter her on home.
, but Lenny and I are almost believers in thumping the rod to attract channels. 
Turtle Tourney?
Whats Next??? BASS
