Stump Hookin'

Stump Hookin’

Baits soaked tight to wood are the cat’s meow for Toledo Bend blues.

Story and photography by Matt Williams

If there is one thing Charlie Shivley likes better than giving a sunset bon voyage to a three-inch bluegill on a stump hook set, it is returning at sunrise to find out a fat cat gobbled up the peppy little bait fish under the cover of darkness.
Sometimes there might be nothing left except a bare hook and staging coated in a thick layer of clear slime. Other times a whiskered fish with a six-inch gap between its eyes might be laying there quietly, almost like a piscatorial time bomb just waiting to explode.

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