A site dedicated to Flathead catfish
focusing on the Upper Mississippi River
August
6, 2008 - finally latched into another monster. Buddy Tom's been doing
well, but first for me in awhile.
56 pounds of
fun. Been doing quite well recently after a slow early summer.
BOOTY* (2008) 56 - me, 40 - Tom
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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