Well, let me tell you it ain’t as rare as you might think. I had almost the same thing happen, except I was not trolling. My buddy and I were fishing the rocks at the dam on Lake Conroe one time. I had on a Rapala lure and was trying to entice some huge lunker bass out of the rocks and deep water by casting up against a rock and retrieving it back to the boat. My buddy and I didn’t usually fish this area, but were not having any luck that day and we decided that it may be productive.
Just as I was starting to wonder if all the fish had been mysteriously taken out of the lake by a shimmering beam of light from a flying saucer (a fisherman has to have some good excuses for not catching anything), I got a big hit. I set the hooks and the fight started. I told my buddy that I had a big bass on and maybe we would need the net. It fought real hard, running this way and that and diving deep and coming up and flashing near the surface. Wow, it got my heart going and really expected to bring in a hog bass. Nope, it was a channel catfish.
As far as catfish go, they are the prettiest. If you cut their head off, they look like a trout. . . well, almost. Here is a picture of a typical channel catfish, you can judge for yourself:
This has me itching to go a fishing. Maybe I should go purchase my fishing license. Of course, where the heck would I find any water to fish in? All the lakes are low or dried up, except the one that Billy-Bob is fishing on. In this 100 plus degree heat, maybe it is better just to sit in the AC and dream about fishing. What do you think?