I met up with a couple of strangers tonight to do a little flathead fishing.
Tony seemed like a guy who knows a thing or 2 about river fishing. He scouted out the spot this morning where he caught 6 channels and a flathead and was nice enough to bring me and Marc along tonight.
Marc is new to flatheads, but I think I can say he’s hooked. He’s now an official member of the Flathead Secret Society. He’s caught the fever.
I met up with them around 7:15 with a bullhead short of a dozen. I had to catch the bait since Moore’s closes at 5! We have to work on those hours or make him deliver! Tony was the first to bring in about an 8lb flathead.
His pole was the furthest upstream. Next it was my turn which I caught on the one big bullhead we had. Yet, I caught the smallest.
We didn’t bother weighing it for obvious reasons!
Next up was Marc the newbie and he was the furthest downstream . Wouldn’t you know it, he got the big momma.
Yep, he’s now got the ailment that we all suffer from now. The scale said 17-18lbs.
We got all of these within about a half hour to forty five minute period. That was about it, but enough to get 3 guys buzzing and talking about the next time we could scamper down there. We had a couple more bites, which amounted to a couple more whiffs. The cool thing was we all got one.
Here’s a shot of the aftermath of one of my misses.
Someone crushed the whole left side of his skull! That’s why I don’t like taking them right away unless the line is moving. I bet the one that hit this was just waiting to scoop it up when I reeeled the bullhead away.