After I got out of work at 4 pm, I hit the road to get on the water for sunset with my buddy Dan. We were going to stay on the water until the catfish stopped biting. He was already on the water so he had caught some panfish for our evenings bait. After locating some good weed edges, we diced up our bait and sent it out.
The wait wasn’t long. Within minutes, Dan landed the first cat of of the night. It was only 7 or 8 pounds but it was a start. Over the next couple of hours, we landed a cat about every 30 minutes. While most were around 10 pounds we caught a few in the middle to upper teens. One of the biggest swam right to the boat, slid into the net but flopped out and popped the hook all within only a matter of seconds. That’s fishing!
Throughout the course of the night, we made several moves trying to find a more consistent location. While no spot seemed better than another, they all produced at least a fish right off. As the sun started to break, the bite died off so we packed it up before things got hectic on a beautiful Sunday morning!
