Thought I would share a funny story.
Last winter I was fishing on the Mon river at the old lock by New Geneva and Friendship hill park. There was snow on the ground and I figured I would just wet a line to try to catch a few cats. This particular spot isn't so hot in warmer months but seems to produce more in colder weather. Well, I had two channel cats, 18 & 22 inches, and decided to actually keep them to make a meal. It was the first time I actually kept a catch in years. So I had them on a snap chain stringer and was up on the concrete lock platform. I happened to look down and noticed the stringer jumping to and fro, but couldn't see the fish in the muddy water. There was no way that those fish could be making the thing move like that. So I climbed down and grabbed the stringer to pull them up out of the rocky area they were in when something tugged back pretty hard. I thought, what the heck?!? This thing down there managed to get the chain wedged between some rocks but I managed to get it loose with a little work. The smaller of the two fish was gone, the snap bent open. After a few minutes I heard something in the hollow area under the rocks and platform chewing. I couldn't see what it was in the dark hollow, but could tell by the sounds that there must have been two of them.
I figured it had to be river otters, and sure enough, after about fifteen to twenty minutes, I saw a stream of bubbles come out in a trail from the rocks and one of the furry fellows popped his head up looking at me as if to say thanks, and "do ya have any more?". The darn thing was so cute looking with his big whiskers, eyes and making these little squeaking noises that I just shrugged my shoulders, smiled and said, "that's all you get today buddy." He popped his head back under the water and that's all I saw of him. All in all it was a rather enjoyable day and even though I only took one fish home, it was more than enough for me and I was kind of glad I could share my catch with a fellow "fisherman". |