Dixieland river cranks out mega blues in King Kat
By MATT WILLIAMS
Outdoors Writer Everybody loves a big fish story, and here's a good one straight from the
Heart of Dixie. Brace yourself catfish junkies. The 2006 Cabela's King Kat Classic
recap reads sort of like a chapter from the action packed fiction thriller,
The scene was Pickwick/Wilson lakes. The two impoundments lie side-by-side
and consume roughly 60,000 acres of real estate along the Tennessee River.
It's catfish country, and 248 tournament
anglers representing more than 20 states made the journey to Sheffield, Ala. on
Oct. 13-14 to soak their baits in some of the South's most fabled waters for
heavyweight whiskered fish.
Larry Spillers has reeled in his share of fat cats. But the Quinland catfish
pro knew he was in serious trouble the moment he rolled into town for the
Kentucky-based tournament circuit's season finale.
Spillers does his catfishing out of a bass boat.
"You know you are in trouble when you show up at a catfish tournament
and everyone except you has a big water trough riding in the middle of their
boat," Spillers said. "I knew the catfishing was good over there, but
I had no idea it would turn out the way it did. I have never seen or heard of
anything like it."
Neither has anyone else. Anywhere.
The King Kat Classic field didn't just beat every rod and reel record known
to exist in competitive catfishing arenas. They crushed them.
It was truly the most awesome parade of big cats ever witnessed in one place
in such a short period of time. Some anglers said the experience was almost
"I just looked at my fishing partner and told him he had better soak up
the experience, because neither of us would ever have another fishing trip like
this one again," said 23-year old Greg Adkins of Chillicothe, Ohio.
"It all happened so quick. It was one of those deals where you just look
back and say, I can't believe this just happened to me.'"
If there are catfish in heaven, Adkins and his partner, Scott Doles, 22, got
a pretty good taste of what the fishing might be like behind the pearly gates.
The young catfish pros hauled in 12 blue catfish in two days that pressed
the scales to a staggering 504.75 pounds!
Do the math. That's an average weight of 42 pounds per fish.
"Actually, we weighed in a two pounder the second day that sort of
killed our average," Adkins joked. "I still can't figure out what a
fish that size was doing hanging around all those big guys. It was pretty
risky, that's all I can say. Some of those big cats were regurgitating 20-inch
fish in our holding tank."
Even more impressive is the short amount of time it took Adkins and Doles to
do the damage.
It took them about 45 minutes to reel in a seven-fish limit that weighed
301.65 pounds on the morning of day one. They fished for about an hour on day
two and caught five more blues that weighed 203.10 pounds.
Amazingly, all of the fish came from the same sweet spot — a fallen tree
that extended from the shoreline out to 12 feet of water.
The anglers, both members of the Ohio Hills Catfish Club, discovered the
hotspot a few days before the tournament got underway as they searched for
locations that suited their fishing style — current.
"When we got to there, we found out they (the Tennessee River
Authority) release water from the dams just about everyday," Adkins said.
"We've learned from fishing in Ohio that the big fish will often often go
shallow in current. They like to lay up behind something that breaks the
current instead of staying out in it and fighting it."
The fallen oak fit the bill nicely. The anglers liked the tree even better
when they hooked a 70 pounder the first time they dropped a bait around it.
"We decided right then to leave the spot alone until the tournament
started," Adkins said. "I figured it would probably be good for a
couple of big fish during the tournament, but I had no idea there would be that
many giants hanging around it for two days in a row. That's pretty much unheard
So is catching 301 pounds of catfish in about the same amount of time it
takes my teenage daughter to fix her hair. According to Adkins, it was more
like an iron man competition out there than a catfishing expedition. The action
was pretty much non-stop from the moment they dropped anchor and tossed the
first skipjack steak into the water.
The anglers were anchored about 30 feet off the bank and making short casts
to the upstream side of the tree. They used four-ounce "no roll"
weights to hold their baits in place. Meanwhile, the scent of cut bait drifted
slowly downstream in the current.
"The bait usually didn't sit there very long before one of the big cats
would come out of the tree and grab it, five minutes at the most," he
said. "They didn't mess around, either. It was like tying onto a dump
truck when they hit. We just tightened our drags down, kept both thumbs on the
line spool and hoped for the best. Luckily, we never had a terminal tackle
failure the whole tournament."
That in itself is remarkable.
The anglers were using heavy action Shakespeare Ugly Sticks and ABU Garcia
7000 reels that were spooled with 25-30 pound Berkley Game monofilament. Their
hook of choice was an 8/0 circle hook by Gamakatsu.
Stout stuff, indeed. But 25-30 pound line hardly sounds like a match for the
bull-in-the-china-cabinet demeanor of a 50-pound blue cat, much less a 76.85
pounder like the one Doles hooked into shortly after daylight on day one.
"We use 25-to-30 pound line all the time — that's what we're
comfortable with and it has been pretty good us," Adkins said. "The
tricky part in this tournament was getting the fish into the net. I had a
52-pounder on my line at the same time Scott had his 76 pounder on."
That's when teamwork factored in. Doles managed to net the 52 pounder with
one hand and maintain a tight line on the 76-pounder with his other hand.
Adkins was able to assist his partner once the smaller fish was in the boat.
"It got pretty wild out there for a while, especially with doubles on
in all that current," Adkins said. "There are so many things that
could have gone wrong. Luckily, everything went right."
While Adkins and Doles won the fat cat rodeo, and the $26,000 purse that
came with the title, they weren't the only ones to feel the strong buck of the
Dixie Land bulls.
The 124-team field caught and released nearly 12,000 pounds of catfish.
Included in the mix were two more 70 pounders, five in the 60-pound class and
12 that weighed upwards of 50 pounds.
John Jamison and Mark Thompson of Kansas finished a close second with 490.75
pounds, followed by Illinois anglers Mark Farrow and Tyson Stinebaker, 407.85
Interestingly, the No. 2 and No. 3 teams mined their whopper cats out of
80-104 feet of water.
Perhaps there is such a place as Jurassic Park after all.