It remains the “fatal flaw” of a slotted catch & release regulation, and as I clawed my way out of the water and hustled up the bank, I realized the warden had only to flick ash from his cigar and motion to his “boys” to cart me away – and I would be sharing the same bed as Bernie Madoff and his ilk …
My sin was fishing a catch and release venue that allowed fish bigger than 18” to be kept, everything else had to be released. These slot-style regulations are fairly common, given that trout over 18” are no longer considered the best breeders, and fish & game didn’t mind you pulling the occasional cannibalistic fatty out of the creek for bragging rights.
Unfortunately my delicate little #16 pheasant tail had lawful knowledge of a four inch trout, and when I set the hook, I sent the child skyward with great force to land in the Star Thistle behind me.
Knowing a big fine and a cavity search would be in the offing, I did my best to salvage the fish, but the tall grass meant he gasped out his life somewhere in my general vicinity…
… with me checking the high ground for the tell-tale glint of binoculars.
Thankfully It was a vertical set, and I didn’t try something clever like “completing the circle” or roll casting it:
Regardless of size or how obtained, it is illegal to use any sport fish for bait. (Sport fish species listed on page 5). Minnows are defined as all fish, except sport fish species, less than 6 inches long.
… that’s illegal as well …
What I didn’t know is how close I came to setting another world record:
A quick glance at the Kentucky Fish & Game laws suggest Mr. Pelphrey may have been sweating it as much as I did:
Sport anglers cannot use blackside dace, palezone shiners or relict darters for bait.
Which was likely what he was gasping frantically to the warden when they clapped manacles on him, “ … wor .. world record ..”
Damned quick thinking if you ask me.

This blog site habitually indulges in the most horrific, socially damaging, perfidious and self immolating confessions that have ever been witnessed by mankind. May God send down a most virulent infestation upon your collection of Metz necks. It is staggering to think that anyone would risk association with you by fishing the same stream even if it is across the state line. So, does this mean your tortured soul will be tying #22 black knats again…dear brother?