The Stinky Shad Song

So I was fishing by myself out at Arcadia a few months ago and I was really, really bored. I made up a little song to pay tribute to the bait fish I use when cat fishing.

I’ve had a few people tell me to sing it on youtube, maybe I’ll do that sometime, but in the meantime here’s the lyrics.

“The Stinky Shad Song”
Stinky shad, oh stinky shad,
not his fault that he smells so bad,
goes on a hook so we can eat,
those cat fishies have such tasty meat.

Oh stinky shad, oh stinky shad,
your short little life wasn’t all that bad,
swimmin through the water with out a care,
until my net flew through the air.

~sung with a heavy Jamaican rasta-mon accent with steel drums playing the tune.

More big fish

So aparently fishing with a boat is good stuff. This weekend Seth and I drove about 25 miles up the Kerr-Megee (sp?) barge channel in Tulsa in search of that mythical monster catch of a lifetime catfish. Around 4 AM I pulled in this guy on dead stinky shad resting on the bottom. My net wasn’t big enough so I had to beach em to get em out. Had to tie him to the side of the boat to get him back as well, couldn’t fit em in the live well even curled in a circle.

The next fish I set hook on broke the line on the same pole that I caught this one on – must be a lot of these big boys in that river.

Unconfirmed weight 40-45 lbs. I need a bigger (an functional) fishing scale.