Monday, August 22, 2011
We anchored in a bizarre spot where the water plunges within a stone's throw from shore to 35 feet deep.
My older daughter had already racked up at least a dozen fish. My count: 0. Her sister's count: 0.
No one thought much of it when she hooked another. I became much more interested when I heard it take line and run after seeing the boat.
A slow, muscled turn at the surface made me blink. Did I just see that?
When we got it alongside, I realized that without a net, the only way this creature was coming aboard was if I could get my fingers up in its gills. The head was so wide, it would've taken both hands to get around it. That was way too precarious to attempt.
When I got it lifted, we all marveled. I certainly never saw a channel catfish that large in person. I estimated 10-15 pounds by the feel of it and at least 28 inches long.
Here he is. A monster of the Chesapeake Bay. That's the fisherman documenting her prize.
We let him dive back down to the channel depths and disappear into the murky dark.