My teen-aged son and I have had little time to go fishing together, so we thought a little kitty kat action would do the trick. Fishing the tri county canal system we landed enough cats for decent fish fry.
Then the next evening … it was my dad’s turn to take me out looking for Mr. Big. My son had a hot date so he passed on fishing. We didn’t do too shabby. Dad’s went 29.5″ just 1/2″ short of a MA. I got broke off on one that would have been bigger than dad’s ….
The very next morning dad and I head out again and I ended up with one that was just a tad smaller than dad’s from the previous evening.