So as I said in my previous post about our St. Croix fishing trip, I am making this post because of what we found when we cut open the stomach of the 14# channel cat we caught. First off, when I went to cut it open I found the stomach to be STUFFED and very taught… so why this fish was eating again is beyond me. Goes to show, I suppose, what pigs channel cats really are (no offense to pigs, I promise).
In the first pic you can see the stomach laying on the board next to what was inside it. When I first cut it open the entire contents came out in a 5″ by 3″ by 2″ nearly solid blob. I had to pick the blob apart using a couple pieces of silverware to figure out what we were looking at.
Finally I noticed what was in the second picture… the dorsal spine of another channel cat. Noticing the serrations along the inside of the spine gave me the final clue I needed to figure out what it was. The one pic I regret not getting was of that spine next to the fin of the cat I was cleaning… because they were, very literally, the same size.
It looked like we had almost everything from the head back… spine, ribs, tail and one dorsal fin. The yellowish jelly-like stuff around everything was what was left of the half-digested meat of the fish.
It just goes to show that channels are voracious eaters, even cannibalizing their own dead as well as stuffing themselves, literally, to the gills and then eating more yet. Having seen this I’ve come to one serious conclusion:
There’s no excuse for coming back from a channel cat trip empty-handed. If they’re there, they will eat. If you’re not catching it’s not because they’re not biting, it’s because they’re not there.
The last picture threw me for a loop. At first I thought I had a hermaphrodite fish on my hands… egg sack and milt glands. Then I realized that what I thought was a milt gland was actually fat. As I started looking thru the innards I found a good-sized handful of the stuff. That’s when it occurred to me that they’re on their annual pre-winter binge.
Now is the time, people, for being on heavy-duty channel patrol… they’re stuffing themselves for winter and should consume just about anything you throw their way. Oddly, though, that night all they wanted was crawlers.
Maybe it was because they were too full of other fish to eat anything else?