One of my good friends is going through some shitty stuff. Called me up yesterday all down in the dumps. Not sure why, but the first thing that came to mind was to go fishing. I mean really, what is more satisfying than pulling in a big old catfish just to get your mind off of things?
I live off the Delaware River about 45 minutes north off Philly. Strippers are still running, and it is a full moon. So, fish are on bite.
Check it out:
*This Eel felt like a log on the end on the line. Man they fight good. Still snap the hook when I get them though. One of the bigger ones I have ever caught though.
*Small Bullhead. Still fought well.
I also caught 3 Strippers, but nothing to write home about.
Who loves fishing?
I live off the Delaware River about 45 minutes north off Philly. Strippers are still running, and it is a full moon. So, fish are on bite.
Check it out:

*This Eel felt like a log on the end on the line. Man they fight good. Still snap the hook when I get them though. One of the bigger ones I have ever caught though.

*Small Bullhead. Still fought well.
I also caught 3 Strippers, but nothing to write home about.
Who loves fishing?