My friend Erich Faber had me out to his dock on Smith Mountain Lake one evening last week for what he calls Catfish Camp. It’s just him, Rich Dorsett and me (when I can make it) camping out in tent on the dock, eating good food, drinking a few frosty beverages and hoping to catch some catfish.
Action was slow this year and we got only two smallish flatheads. Some years we’ve crushed them. The best year I got a 29.1-pound and 18-pound flathead in one night.
It was still fun and didn’t dissuade me from doing some more catfishing this summer.
Cats don’t get much glory, but, as I wrote in this feature that ran yesterday in The Roanoke Times, they’re a staple of summer.
Who else is a catfish fan? Where’s your favorite spot? Bait?