Spontaneous trips are what I like the most.
They usually attract some really unexpected events. An adventure that always brings smile to you face when recalled, no matter how long ago it took place. That is why I am always eager to get to a spontaneous trip, excited to find out what the fate will bring me this time.
A friend once called me, suggesting a quick catfish getaway. He said that he spotted an interesting area; allegedly a “no duck’s land” (???). I liked a suggestion of a spontaneous trip a lot, yet I had no idea what he meant by the duck phrase. Is it some kind of a new slang I did not get? Not letting my friend know how confused I was, I kept listening to what he had to say. I did not have to wait long for an explanation. It turned out that it was not a new proverb – my friend really meant what he said. He claimed that there are such monsters in that reservoir, that ducks are too afraid to land there. After that statement I needed no further persuasion. I hang up and quickly started completing my vertical angling set. I took the Verticale rod 180 cm, armed with an Amok reel and my favourite 250 g Bogeys and set off.
We arrived to the spot just before 18:00. It only took us seconds to get the boat ready and within next 15 minutes we already were at the first, interesting pit, nearly 10m deep. Clonk used twice resulted with a first, 180+ fish showing up on our Panoptix screen. I didn’t even manage to get my jaw back from the ground, when I felt a first, immensely strong bait! Short hauling and the catfish was in our boat. We got to the shore for a quick photo session and the fish went back to the water.
We got back to the fishery as quickly as possible to find another promising pit. Excited with a first catch, we eagerly started working on a second one. Few more clonk uses and another fish showed up, this time exceeding 160 cm, coming from a deep water. The same story happened again. The catfish attacked the bait with an immense power, swallowing it all at once. Hauling of that monster had a happy ending again, so in roughly 20 minutes I had two, massive fish scored. I really stopped wondering by then why ducks are not willing to use that reservoir at all.;-)
The dusk finally has come and we started getting ready to get back home. That was when he appeared! Fish exceeding 220 cm. The king of that underwater jungle. Another two clonk sounds made him unleash his fury on the BKK armed Bogey decorated with squids. Hauling took nearly 5 minutes and ended up with an event that upsets every single angler out there – the fish escaped just by the boat. I tilted my head down and with pain, accepted the defeat. This time he won… but I will be back. That’s what I promised to myself.
That spontaneous trip was extremely successful for me. In a really short amount of time I managed to catch two, large whiskery beasts that provided me with a huge dose of adrenaline and stimulated my imagination a lot. Minding the pace and number of strikes we had, I really think the birds would be better off, avoiding that water. Since that trip, the “no duck’s land” proverb became a part of our angling slang – meaning a fishery filled with catfish! ;-)
Mikado Fishing Team