Anyway I was due for some revenge. Last year I began to discover that central Washington is actually pretty good for catfishing, and there's even several different species to pursue, which I appreciated!
|This lump of a fish is a tadpole madtom (say that five times fast). Although they're not attractive, they do come equipped with venomous spines in their fins, as the tip of my middle finger can attest to...
|This one is a yellow bullhead. They're called that because they're yellow.
|This brown bullhead was caught while perch fishing. No perch were harmed in the making of this photo.
I often fish alone, and these trips were no exception (with a few exceptions). the mile hike in the dark was a little interesting by myself, but it was even more interesting to play rodeo all alone when the big fish started showing up! Getting cool pictures is the end goal of any of my fishing trips. To do this by myself, I have to use the self timer on my camera. It sounds easy, but it rarely is.
On one particular night, the action was consistent as usual, and my two rods were keeping me busy. I had been reeling in my second rod whenever I hooked a fish to avoid problems, but this time I didn't for some reason. I landed what I thought was a pretty solid fish of about five or six lbs. and began fumbling with the timer on my camera when my other rod started getting bit. I was happy with my above-average catch and busy trying to take pictures, so I decided to ignore the bite on my other rod thinking it would go away. This was ALMOST a huge mistake. before I knew it, my drag was singing my favorite song, and the only thing keeping my rod from flying into the river was the reel that had somehow hooked itself on the stick I was using for a rod holder! I decided I wasn't THAT busy. I dropped the fish back in the river and ran to grab my rod. FISH ON! I knew it was a different caliber of fish since it made several long runs, something I hadn't experienced while catfishing. Several minutes later I landed my biggest catfish ever!
|The fun part about using the timer on the camera, is that sometimes you catch yourself making funny faces. I'm pretty sure this look of terror is the moment when I realized I needed to run to my other rod before it flew into the river!
|Here's the stick that saved my rod's life!
|It's much easier to get a picture when somebody else is there to take it. Thanks Brenda!