In internet catfishing you create bogus identity that is too good to be true, cast it about and lure your victim in. The victim thinks the relationship will end one way, but it ends up ending another way. Actual catfishing is pretty similar. A bogus bait, the victim thinks the relationship will end with a tasty meal but ends up with me holding him up by the tail and taking a picture. He battled hard but I had him. He needs to stay off the internet.
Clear Lake this past week. The bass had not read the memo saying it was topwater time and that they needed to get on the job. Topwater is the cornerstone of bass fishing with a fly rod so when it is not working the whole thing sort of crumbles. I caught some fish but without the threat of the big blow up it is not quite the same. One topwater bass maybe 4.5 pounds, a Clouser fish, some indicator fish and of course the wily whiskered one. I also saw some quality birds and walked to the top of Mount Konocti. There is wreckage up there from a small plane crash in 1970. A retired couple from Ukiah returning from Santa Rosa ran into the top of the mountain on January 26, 1970.
Western Grebe with a chick riding along. Not an easy picture to get. It might end up on the wall.
Blue heron standing out on a dark background.
Black crowned night heron helping me out with a nice perch.
Swamp scene
Konocti view
Rustic house, sailboat and dock. Lots of shade, wind protection and no other houses nearby. If that was available, I would be staying there. That would be good living. Topwater early and late with beer drinking and a long nap in between.
plane wreckage from 1970
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