Fished with Tom and Littlefeather this morning and had good ol time! Started out slooow drifting some ledges and points. We moved to a flat in 32 ft next to a ledge and switched to sour gummy worms and started getting bit. Had a light but consistent bite the rest of the morning and ended up with 20 or so. Curtis kept 8-10 and the rest we turned loose. Good times!!!

Hold on to em Tom buddy I'll help ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I'm home. I'm sore, wore out, and finger blistered from thumbing the spool on drag burning runs! Damn if I thought the gummie worm thangy was BS. Boy was I ever wrong! Chris calls today a slow day but I could bearly get a swig of goodness between runs! Then Tom puts a double gummie on one hook and says "they fight and get kitty attention"! I thought Bs! Then it hit!!!!!! A beast of unbridled strength! The drag screamed for relief! I grabbed the rod in desperation and Tom grabbed me! The fight was something reminiscent of a Hemingway novel. I bore down, dug toes into the deck and IT WAS ON!

Making good friends and drowning gummi worms!!! Hard to beat that!!!

Lol yall are too much!

Did Tom say, "ok fish... one more cigarette and I'm moving"?

Lit a few timers today and most caught fish!!!

So, as my toe's began to loose grip on that nasty azz, catfish slimy, blue-green deck, Tom's grasp on me didn't falter! Da man's a Pro I tell ya! About that time ol' Gato grab's up a front rod and we had us an OFFICIAL DOUBLE GUMMY! It was ON! And, Tom had a few Marlboro's left in da cubby hole! I could tell there was gonna be stories to be told........

And as I continued to grind it out , Tom has a hand on me and was chumming out gummies with the other! Ol Gato single handed slings this 29er on da deck after a few hat tricks! Da gummies were fallin [out of her mouth like a choked chicken! Ol Gato got sum tricks too!
I continued to grind it out with my own behemoth! Tom held his grip on me as he lit another Marlboro Lite........

I bet your sore as hell this morning Curtis!!

Here is another shot as the battle raged on and Littlefeather had to go to the deck to keep from getting yanked over the gunwale...

Stand by buddy! I've got to work in some Bengay and coffee before I can continue this Gummy Grinder!

The morning sun and the giant Gummy eating monster has me sweating so profusely that I couldn't see. The sweat filled my eye's and I was fighting this Gummy Monster blind and my arms began to quiver under the strain! The fish boiled the water in wash machine fashion then dove toward the Abys! Tom stayed calm and acted like this was just another day on the boat for him. I was beginning to feel a little less than adequate but I wasn't going to let it show. Gato pulled another cat in the boat about this time and proclaimed that one thing I did not want to hear.... We're running a little low on da Gummies! OH No! Time to recycle!

As this beast dove for the depths a Gummie floated to the surface. "Net that Gummie" I sez to Gato! We were running low and I damn sure wasn't wanting to switch over to chicken and Dead Red even though I know it's awesome bait! This is where things began to change....

that's great! those are some good pics of a fun time right there.

By the looks of you and him helping you, it looked like you was fighting a 50 lbr... lmao!!

I suppose we all find ourselves in the intersection between fate and destiny at times. This was where I found myself at the moment my heart stopped! Ol' Gato had hung yet another good fish and Tom had to release me so he could help Gato wrangle his fish into the boat. I dropped to one knee to leverage the fish. And it happened..... The line goes slack! Tom barks, REEL, REEL,REEL, she coming at the boat. I reeled until I once again felt a fish but this felt much smaller. As I hoist the fish into the boat we realize that I'd hung a small Blue that had been swallowed by a bigger fish during the initial fight. The fish was all skinned and bloody down one side which looked like 50 grit sandpaper had stripped it. We took a picture of the good side of the fish so the PETA folks wouldn't come after us. My guts hurt at the thought of loosing the beast I'd waged battle with for so long. It was devastating to say the least!! Tom lights another smoke and turns the boat into the wind proclaiming, "we'll do another drift and try and hook her again".....

The morning was inching ever closer toward the noon hour as we continued to drift. Oh, we weren't dunking for skunks, I guarantee! We kept catching eaters until the bag of gummies had depleted to nothing more than salt remnants and a pretty plastic sack. We switched over to bar-s hotdogs for bait but they just didn't sparkle in the eye of these Blues near like those derned Gummie's! I kept hoping for the big girl to eat again as I longed for return of the ear ringing adrenaline I'd experience earlier. This is when I looked down along side the boat and saw what looked like a clear wine bottle floating with what looked like a piece of paper in it. I drew Tom's attention to it and he got out the net to retrieve the bottle.....

As Tom eased the netted bottle over the gunwale I could clearly see that there was indeed a rolled up paper in the bottle. Tom hands me the bottle to investigate the contents within. I gently remove the weathered ol cork from the bottle neck and unfurled the paper from within. I was not at all ready for the message scribbled in old weathered ink. These were words obviously written by a wise old fisherman with decade's of fishing experience. Tom and Chris remained on edge as I read the note aloud.

It read, "NEVER LET TRUTH STAND IN THE WAY OF A GOOD FISHING STORY"!

Sounds like 3 had some fun for sure, getting in the prelim of a BC day!

Reminds me of an episode during the Kid's Catfish Tourney in June 2011. Nick had a special flat bottom made for him of SS & almost was a high side barge of a thing. He had a group of kids up on the north end of Lake Limestone. I think they were up in Big Creek (known for giant Yellows). All of a sudden, one of the kids had one hit & started taking him from the front to the back. Nick realized what was about to happen & darted after the kid. He managed to grab him about the time they hit the end of the "barge" wall. I forget what went down next, broken line or lost rod-n-reel. But the kid did not go swimming, Thank Goodness!

Or like the time Roy, a friend of mine, was out with his two brothers in a huge flat bottom off the coast (around Santa Fe area near Galveston). Gary, his oldest brother, was situated at the rear of the boat. He hooked one & it circled & headed the other way. It took Gary over the middle seat. Had his knees not gone below & wedged under the front seat, he would have taken a flying trip off the front end. Roy said their boat was moving on (with the motor off). Gary is like Roy, as he never lets go. I forget how it ended, but Gary decided to stay in the boat. No, they did not get to see what it was, nor follow it on down to the depths.

Anyway, glad ya'll had fun & everybody arrived safely back, except that poor stripped Blue.

I think west TX guy got winded lol ..

That's hilarious! Never a dull moment on Toms boat.