Fall Fishing Trip Day 3

So here we are on day three of our trip. This was probably the most uninteresting day of the whole trip so it will be some what short. But before I get into that, let me ease your mind on Paul's Trophy fish.

So after dinner that night (on day two) we hoped online to verify our mystery drum fish. And luckily...it turns out that Paul had caught a "Black Drum." Which is primarily a saltwater species of drum. Which makes sense due to all the brackish water in the river. The current AL state record is around 60lbs I believe. So this put Paul's mind at ease.

So onto day three...we woke completely whipped. The four us looking like drugged up homeless folk. We were slightly tired but more fired up than ever. Paul raised the bar just a hair on day two. And Zach had yet to catch a large fish. The plan was to start the day out catching a "brem" or two to use as cut bait in our catfish hole. So we put in that morning at Byrnes Lake and realized that we forgot ice for our drinks. So Ed was nice enough to go back to the gas station and grab a bag while we fished a few yards from the boat dock. The water didn't seem as brackish today and Hurricane Ike had already made landfall in Texas. So there wasn't as much wind blowing water up the river. After wasting a lot of time we decided to head back out to the main river once again. We stuck to the right banks trying to come up with some fresh bait. Yet only to encounter more smaller catfish. To make a long story short we caught three jail fish for bait and I lost a small flounder. It bumped against the side of the boat when I was pulling it out of the water, and it got off my line. I was quickly told by Zach and Paul that "the magazines don't tell ya about bumpin the side of the boat." mockingly of course. I suppose I was due for a cold shot ;-) Anyways, we eventually made our way back to the catifhs hole...or should I say the crab hole. We sat and sat, nothing but tugs from crabs. So we moved up and down the river a few yards looking at the fish finder, when we saw big fish we would park at that part of the shore. Then cast out. On our second spot while trying this "run and gun" fishing tactic, Zach finally had a hit! Another huge fish! I was hoping the rod would stop bending for fear of breaking. This was a beast of a fish, jolting hard and tearing line out of the reel. We scrambled to get the net and camera ready, all the while telling Zach what to do. There wasn't much more reason he needed to throw us all out of the boat if he wanted too (which im sure he did.) When he pulled the rod to him to try and winch the beast some. This fish, whatever it was, wasn't going have it! It jerked real hard and broke loose somehow. We had a moment of silence...Zach was left in disbelief....his second big fish lost before we could even see it.

That was about all the exciting action that day before we called it quits and ending our last day of fishing this trip.