New world mark set for catfish
What must it be like to catch a fish that ends up in the record book? It has to provide a rush like nothing else.
I was at the right place at the right time on a humid night in May back in 1976 when I had a brush with the record book. No, I didn’t catch a record fish but my then teen aged nephew, Tommy, did. He and I were fishing with his dad — my brother, Tom — on Lake Claiborne out of my boat, casting spinners for bass around the pier out from Bo Peterson’s camp at Pleasure Point when Tommy tied into what we thought was a good bass.
It turns out that what Tommy hooked and landed was a giant chain pickerel — that’s a “jack fish” to north Louisiana anglers. We gave thought to tossing the toothy ugly specimen back in the drink when I remembered seeing information recently about the state fish records. I didn’t recall seeing chain pickerel on the list so I suggested that Tommy keep the fish, take it back home to DeRidder the next day and have a fisheries biologist officially weigh the big jack and see what might happen.