Day 50, September 21st, 2009
From Quiver, we thought our next anchorage would be at Grape Island. Again a long day and the book said we would have 20ft at Grape Island. Huh! Wrong again! No rain for three weeks meant the water level was down, and there must have been considerable silting up at that point.
We tried sneaking in but touched bottom twice. Enough of that! We had seen the old barge from Beardstown moored in the river so decided to tie up to that. It used to be moored right at the town but floated downstream a year ago during a flood and they never put it back to the dock. Anyway, there was plenty of room for the two boats and lots of depth! I went catfishing but no luck - maybe one bite but he got away! Very disappointing, inspite of Mike furnishing me with all the right stuff - the "worm" and the stinky bait that looks like peanut butter and smells like gone off cheese, the lead weight etc. I was all fired up to get hold of that "beautiful" fella too! One of these days!
From Quiver, we thought our next anchorage would be at Grape Island. Again a long day and the book said we would have 20ft at Grape Island. Huh! Wrong again! No rain for three weeks meant the water level was down, and there must have been considerable silting up at that point.
We tried sneaking in but touched bottom twice. Enough of that! We had seen the old barge from Beardstown moored in the river so decided to tie up to that. It used to be moored right at the town but floated downstream a year ago during a flood and they never put it back to the dock. Anyway, there was plenty of room for the two boats and lots of depth! I went catfishing but no luck - maybe one bite but he got away! Very disappointing, inspite of Mike furnishing me with all the right stuff - the "worm" and the stinky bait that looks like peanut butter and smells like gone off cheese, the lead weight etc. I was all fired up to get hold of that "beautiful" fella too! One of these days!
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