Sunday night I drove up to the KC area to do a little fishing with my son, Matt. The first night, we drove to an undisclosed location and set up near the bank just as darkness fell. The stars spread out overhead in a breathtaking vista against the black sky. Ethereal fog drifted over the water in ghostly sheets and the silence was broken occasionally by the cries of coyotes calling to each other. There was a chill in the air, but it was a clear night with far too much moonlight for our liking. We wondered if it would make the fish reticent.
Around midnight, my line was slammed and I grabbed my pole. Up to this point, the largest fish I ever caught was around 5 pounds. Imagine my surprise when I pulled in a 13 pound catfish! My Personal Best was more than doubled in one fell swoop.
The next night, we traveled to a different lake to try our luck. Shortly before 9:00 p.m. the fish were biting steadily. Before long, I hooked a great monster of a fish. He fought valiantly and I was amazed by his strength and endurance. I figured he was close to being as big as the one I had landed the night before. But I was wrong. When I pulled him finally through the weed beds and we got a look at him, I could see he was a bit bigger.
This was a big beautiful fish, powerful and sleek. Such a muscular and heavy thing. My son got out his scale. My fish weighed in at 17 pounds 5 ounces! I had beaten my PB again just one night later.
This handsome fish grudgingly consented to pose for photographs before returning to the murky depths.
Our second night turned out to be a terrific night for fishing. We caught five fish that night, three of them over ten pounds. And one very close, at 9 pounds 5 ounces.
I owe this wonderful experience to my son who showed me how to fish. He also gave me the pole I used. Had I tried to land any of these larger fish on one of my poles, it would have snapped or the line would have broken.
Now I put fishing into two distinct categories: fishing for food, or fishing for size. I would never kill and eat one of these large majestic creatures. I think fish that size should be released back into the water to grow even bigger.
The best part of the trip was spending time with my son. But I have to admit, pulling in a 17 pound catfish was pretty enjoyable too!