With the temperature hitting into the 80s, well before noon, on this final Sunday of the 2025 version of May, it was back to Lucy Park I trekked for some ultra-humid nature communing.
No that is not me sitting in the shade by the Lucy Park bridge over the Wichita River. I was a bit startled to see someone sitting there as I walked onto the bridge.
Turns out the guy had a somewhat good reason to be sitting in that shade. Can you make out the fishing pole at a diagonal from his right elbow?
Wondering what type fish one was hoping to catch in this ultra-muddy river, I asked the fisherman what he was fishing for.
Catfish.
Yesterday he'd caught five.
So far, today, no luck.
The fisherman told me the five he caught yesterday were three different type catfish. The only name I remember was blue catfish. He said this was the most desirable catfish to catch in this river. Three of yesterday's five were blue catfish.
One of the five was a bottom feeder. I think the name was shovel catfish. All I remember for sure was he said this type catfish is the type with the muddy tasting reputation.
I have had catfish a couple times. I like most any type seafood.
Cod, crab, clams, oysters, shrimp, salmon, scallops, pollack, tuna.
But I have never partaken of any catfish which made me think it was tasty.
Anyway, I had myself a mighty fine time today getting some endorphins whilst nature communing in nature's natural sauna.
A thunderstorm is on the menu for later today. With flash flooding, strong winds and tornado conditions. Last night a thunderstorm woke me up at 2 in the morning. It lasted about an hour...
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