Welcome to Flathead, WI

A site dedicated to Flathead catfish focusing on the Upper Mississippi River


February 19, 2013 - Long time since I updated this page - may be getting busy with this - cannot wait for the water to soften!!  Last year's big was 51 pounds and caught in April, I sure hope we get another early season!

2005 Pics Page

2004 Pics page

 

BOOTY* (2009) 40 - me, 40 - Cedric, 39 - Adam, 38 - Tom

BOOTY* (2008) 56  - me, 40 - Tom, 50 - me

BOOTY* (2007) 23 - me, 45 - Tom

BOOTY* (2006) 47 - Tom, 44 -me

BOOTY* (2005) = 50-me; 49-Ben; 25-Tom; 22-Cedric; 19-Adam

BOOTY* (2004) = 45 (Ben) 52lbs (me).

*(Big One Of The Year)
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Basic Flathead Tips

Big Cat Biology

My Attempt at Humor

Great Cat Links

Pics 2003

A Few Good Quotes

 

Check Your River Stage Here

Find Bathymetry Maps and Tons of Data Here

Aerial Photos of Everywhere Here

Ten Day Forecast Here

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"Rivers were the primordial highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could. Rivers had transported entire cultures, absorbed the tears of vanquished races, and propelled those foams that would impregnate future realms. Everywhere dammed and defiled, they cast modern man's witless reflection back at him - and went on singing the world's inexhaustible song." -- Tom Robbins, from Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates

And another from the same book:

Silence is a mirror. So faithful, and yet so unexpected, is the reflection it can throw back at men that they will go to almost any length to avoid seeing themselves in it, and if ever its duplicating surface is temporarily wiped clean of modern life's ubiquitous hubbub, they will hasten to fog it over with such desperate personal noise devices as polite conversation, humming, whistling, imaginary dialogue, schizophrenic babble, or, should it come to that, the clandestine cannonry of their own farting.



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