Well BCB and I went out targeting flatheads on Saturday. We headed out of the marina about 5:00 pm. The plan was to fish all night and to look for only one or two fish. Those fish being the elusive Texas Flatheads. I had picked out a general area to fish and when we got there we found a spot with a couple downed trees that looked pretty fishy. We tied up and got to work tying new rigs with shorter leaders and new leads. No need for the slinky weights since we were anchored up and I sort of expected to pay some tackle tax as we were in a lot of trees and stumps.
Lots of boats fishing in the area we were set up in. Most of them crappie fishing I suspect. As the afternoon turned to evening and the sun set, the boats started to get fewer. After dark there were still boats out there. More than I expected. It wasn't until after 1:00 AM that we found ourselves alone out there.
First, we had some live shad and some cut shad. The warm water has the bait scattered all over the place. I saw a lot of threadfin spawning up in 6" of water all over the shoreline. I got some bigger threads in the net and put them in the live well and I caught 1 giant gizzard and kept him alive too. He ended up being cut bait, about 1 1/2" chunks. In my opinion, that was not ideal. I was hoping for some bream to use live.
Anyway, we got set up on the downed trees and started with a good fan cast of 6 rods. We were not looking for numbers of eater blues and we were not getting any. I was encouraged. After dark we boated a couple big channel cats. I thought that was also a good sign. About 11:30 it happened. We had a rod just take off. We had the boat with the back end facing south into the downed trees and this line just started going North. Not excitedly, just a steady "I don't care about your hook" pace. it was the number 4 rod and as it took off, it took the line from number 5 and 6 with it. It pulled drag as BCB was trying to get it sorted out so he could fight it. I was trying to get around him to help clear the other lines and just as we started to think about victory, it came unbuttoned. That was that.
We were mad, disappointed, heart broken, and all the other emotions that go with losing a big fish. Reflecting on it, I think the odds of it being a flathead were pretty good. We were not getting bit except for a couple channel cats, so there were no small blues in the area.
We stayed there, rebaited and kept at it. We would rebait with a live shad and fresh cut bait now and then but alas, as the sun started coming up, we were getting chilly and tired. So we admitted defeat and reeled 'em up to head for the marina.
Lessons learned:
1. Needed some better quality bait. Some bigger live shad, some live bream.
2. I think bigger rigs. Back to 10/0 for the flatheads. Short leaders, 18" or so.
3. We stayed in one spot all night. I think next time we might pick out 2 or 3 spots and move a little.
4. Love, love, love being on the water at night. The sounds of coyotes, owls, fish jumping... The life that happens when most people are asleep is fascinating to me.
5. BCB and I can talk about anything all night long! Haha. And we did!
I had a great time. We are already thinking about the next go round...
GB & TL...