Gut Rumbles

January 10, 2005

country boys

From Hank, Junior:

We can skin a buck and we can run a trot-line... a country boy can survive.

I have run a few trot-lines in my past and I really enjoyed reading this post. He's got the point: fishing with a trot-line ain't sport. It's an easy way to catch catfish for supper.

I used rotten chicken livers for bait and put some lead weights on my "stagings" so that the bait would sink to the bottom, right in the shit where a catfish likes to eat. Sink 'em in the morning and then go pull those things out of the water in the evening, and you never know what you might find. Catfish. Eels. Water moccasins. Turtles. An occasional baby alligator.

Have YOU ever run a trot-line? If you have, then you've probably had a catfish cut you with his fins, too. Hurts like a mutha and bleeds like a razor-cut when you're wet. And YEAH--- you'd better keep your tetanus shots up to date doing that crap. You're gonna get wounded.

But it's a lot of fun.


Yep ran a few also did some frog giggin and have run a gill net.

Posted by: James Old Guy on January 10, 2005 11:29 AM

Ah... gill nets. You don't see too many of those anymore. At least, don't get caught with one.

That was a good trot-line story. Brings many a memory of growing up on the bayou.

Posted by: Dash on January 10, 2005 01:00 PM

Ever seen anybody fish with an old-timey telephone crank? Catfish don't have scales and are prone to electric shock. I saw my uncle Freddy (with the glass eye) put the wires in the water far apart and cranked the generator for about 2-3 min. A little later about 12 catfish floated to the top.

Posted by: DaneBramage on January 10, 2005 04:23 PM

I've never run a trot-line, but I have fished for catfish, and have had the bastid's poke. It is not a pleasureable event. I don't recomment permitting it to happen to you. The only thing Ive done fishin' along those lines is one time, I was tryin' to take a skate off the line on the pier... I thought I had him situated right, and with my pliers, I started to pull the hook out... that damned skate shook just right and made my hand hit his back, not his tail, but one of those "farookin(tm Jimbob)" barbs on his back. That bastid hurt like hell...

Posted by: RedNeck on January 10, 2005 05:50 PM

Hell yes I remember fishing like that. I live near the Tennessee river in north AL and we would set out a trot line with around 50 hooks between 2 gallon jugs, cinder block anchors on either end. Drop it in the early morning, go fishing up and down the creek banks in a flat bottom with a 5 horse motor for large mouths and bream the rest of the day. When we came back that night to see what we had caught it was always an adventure pulling in the line. We learned that getting 'finned' was a pain and tried avoiding its occurrence and cooking the fresh fish over a wood fire in a cast iron skillet tasted better than anything I've eaten in a restaurant since.

Maybe I'll get a chance to show my son the simple pleasures of life like that can be fun.

Posted by: Gmac on January 10, 2005 09:59 PM
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