John Rench and I visited the Severn at mid-morning today. The tide was high and falling.
John set out for stripers and I was determined to find that rare catch -- the Severn pickerel that has eluded me for 11 consecutive months now.
I used two proven pickerel catchers:
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1/8 oz. jig spinners, recently poured, painted and assembled.
Then I targeted textbook pickerel areas like these:
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Quiet, shaded water with no ripples on the surface and each had downed wood and/or structure nearby -- the perfect pickerel homestead.
But no pickerels were home. Instead 7 white perch intercepted my lures along with a 14 inch striper. Nothing remarkable.
Then I got a hard hit on the jig spinner with the paddletail. I thought I had found my elusive goal. It felt heavy like a sizeable pickerel but it failed to break the surface and go airborne like pickerels often do. This fish dug for deep water and it pulled my kayak through the water too. When I finally got a glimpse of it I saw why:
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It was a chunky channel catfish, my first Severn cat, in fact.
But there's more. About an hour later in a completely different albeit similar spot, since I was still searching for a pickerel, I caught another catfish. This one was bigger than the first one:
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The light jig went deep into the fish's bony jaw. It took me a while to extract it but the fish swam away no worse for the wear. However, there will be no more fish caught on this jig:
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It's headed back to the melting pot.
And I'll be headed back to the Severn as soon as I can still searching for a pickerel. Eventually, I will find one.
John set out for stripers and I was determined to find that rare catch -- the Severn pickerel that has eluded me for 11 consecutive months now.
I used two proven pickerel catchers:
P1030067.jpg P1030071.jpg
1/8 oz. jig spinners, recently poured, painted and assembled.
Then I targeted textbook pickerel areas like these:
P1030068.jpg P1030069.jpg P1030070.jpg
Quiet, shaded water with no ripples on the surface and each had downed wood and/or structure nearby -- the perfect pickerel homestead.
But no pickerels were home. Instead 7 white perch intercepted my lures along with a 14 inch striper. Nothing remarkable.
Then I got a hard hit on the jig spinner with the paddletail. I thought I had found my elusive goal. It felt heavy like a sizeable pickerel but it failed to break the surface and go airborne like pickerels often do. This fish dug for deep water and it pulled my kayak through the water too. When I finally got a glimpse of it I saw why:
P1030065.jpg
It was a chunky channel catfish, my first Severn cat, in fact.
But there's more. About an hour later in a completely different albeit similar spot, since I was still searching for a pickerel, I caught another catfish. This one was bigger than the first one:
P1030072.jpg
The light jig went deep into the fish's bony jaw. It took me a while to extract it but the fish swam away no worse for the wear. However, there will be no more fish caught on this jig:
P1030074.jpg
It's headed back to the melting pot.
And I'll be headed back to the Severn as soon as I can still searching for a pickerel. Eventually, I will find one.
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