Well, not exactly a map…
Last night current Catfishing Champion of the Gentalman’s Honor Catfishing Tourny (Winner of both the Flat and Channel CAT-agories), Bushman guided me on a cat trip in his neck of the ‘sippi…P2.
I left the house a few minutes before 6 pm to check on my gas gauge in the boat. It read full, but it seemed that the needle should have been off full by now…The vent is right below the gas cap on my Lund and it started spewing gas as soon as I put in .10 of a gallon…about $10 worth. 
Ok…the price of gas isn’t quite that bad yet…
As I walked by the vent to hang up the gas hose…the vent pooped out one more spurt of gas…which promptly soaked the 
crotch of my pants. I’m not sure what was worse…walking into a gas station filled with customers that couldn’t miss the “dark” spot in the embarrassing area or the smell of gas all night. 
I met Bushman at the landing and after the normal “how’s it going” launched the boat and headed of for a tour of his area.
He had his prize from the GHCT with him, the St Croix Catfish Rod and after hooking on the sucker and casting, was haveing a little trouble with my walleye style rod holders…so I thought I would give him a hand. Have you ever handed something to someone and thought they had it…but they thought you had it…turns out no one had it!?
YUP! Into the drink goes his much coveted St Croix. Faster than you can say…FISH ON! Bushman was hanging over the side of the boat and grabbing for his rod… I notice how white his socks were and wanted to ask him what kind of washing soap he used…but figured I better think about grabing his ankles if he gets any further in. (Note: Just another reason to always wear a PFD!) From this point on…I stayed on my side of the boat!
Nothing at our first spot. So we move a little closer to shore. Bushman had a swing and a miss on his sucker.
I switched to cut bait and it wasn’t to long before I had a solid hook up. Unfortunatly, it was a chunky leatherback turtle. Most people just cut the line, but Bushman being the conservationist that he is, insisted that we take the hook out of his front foot. He said, “just grab the hook…they don’t bite”. Well, I’m not sure what this turtle was thinking and it was chomping on my long handled needle nose plier…but I was happy it wasn’t my finger there! Out came the hook and off Mr. turtle swam no worse for wear.
Our conversation led to fishing spots on P2, mostly in the Southern part of St Paul. Through his experience, he felt that the area he normally fishes the cats are just moving through as they are feeding. It seemed that it really didn’t matter where along the bank you would cast your bait, a flat would pick it up sooner or later. There are a few better feeding areas, but all in all they just cruised the shoreline engulfing anything in there way. Although being in the right place at the right time certainly helped!
Our conversation was interrupted by Bushman’s rod tip bowing to the channel on the other end. After a fiesty fight, we had a pretty 8 lber in the boat. Although Bushman loves cat’s, he wouldn’t kiss her for the picture… 
We pulled the plug around midnight. It seemed a shame to leave the river on such a beautiful night. But all good things must come to an end.
On my drive home I realized how much knowlege of the river Bushman has. From cats to walleyes to white bass, he’s a true river rat!
Thanks for the trip Bushman! I’m hoping that some of your knowledge has rubbed off on me and I’ll be a contender for next years IDA tourny! 
but he wouldnt listen and sure wasnt going to give it a kiss so I had to toss out that idea. But hey… it was worth a try at the time.