The elusive Lake Mead finally fell to my fishing
wizardry yesterday. Ok, that's not how it happened at all.
We were a-drinking and a-swimming away when some catfish started getting cute with us. We threw in some chum (actually Doritos and hot dog buns) and they were snacking.
I didn't have my fishing poles with me, but my tackle box was on board, so I pulled 30 yards of 8 lb test off of a spool and attached a hook and bobber. I tied the line off to one of my cleats and the fishing began!
The take: 4 channel cats, hand-lined by a drunken Joe. It wasn't pretty, but it was a start. Photos to follow.