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    State Chair North Texas
  • Birthday 09/09/1974

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    I enjoy learning and teaching others about fishing. My favorite species to fish for is Carp and Buffalo because, as you well know, they are fantastic fighters.

    I also enjoy blogging which allows me an outlet to speak about fishing with a global audience.

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    Denton, TX
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  1. Your name: Clayton Lothrop Your CAG forum name: TX Angler Your state or province of residence: Texas The state or province of your FFF 2019 fishing venue, if it differs from your residence: Texas
  2. The buffalo are definitely biting right now. Seeing some big buffalo up yo 50lbs coming out.
  3. It was the craziest thing. I've caught sunglasses, a soda can and once I caught a load of fish guts, but a break-dancing duck is by far my funniest catch.
  4. Duck, Duck, Buffalo? Because there's a first time for everything It was the day after ATC2013 and I woke up extra early to take advantage of some post-tournament baited holes, specifically the warm water discharge swim. This swim had produced some real chunks during the tournament and I knew this cold Sunday morning was going to produce something special for me too. When I arrived the sun was coming up and I could see a layer of steam coming off the water. I could practically sense the large bodied carp and buffalo soaking up the warmth of the water as it flowed from the discharge. A couple buddies of mine were already on the bank and reported having some runs. We were calling out rolls and crashes as they occurred and I have to admit my heart was in my throat with anticipation because these were some really large fish moving the water out in front of us. My ATC partner landed a 28-pounder (pictured below, Cliff Atkins, 2fish4everything on forum) to start things off and my inner angler was screaming, "YES!" If this was any indication of how the rest of the day was going to go then I was in for a real treat and quite possibly a new PB. My first fish came a few hours after sunrise. A solid 13-pounder. It was a good start but not the behemoth I was looking for. I put on some more pack bait and cast out for another try. It was about an hour later when things got strange. My right alarm reported an odd intermittent run. An inconsistent...beep beep beep......beep....beep beep....beep beep beep. It was enough action to make me strike but I was fully expecting a channel cat had taken my bait. Cats are notorious for their head shaking, broken runs. After loading the rod, I could tell this wasn't a catfish. It was something much different. It didn't lunge or run, but rather it vibrated and wiggled violently. Whatever it was I could feel it tumbling and pulling, then tumbling some more. I started to think I had hooked an odd piece of debris that was turning over or spiraling on the retrieve. My curiosity was peaked. About three feet off the bank I could see a shape beneath the water. It was alien and looked like no fish I had ever seen. I squinted my eyes trying to cut the water's distortion to get a good ID on this catch and that's when it broke through the lake surface. A tangle of...feathers?.... and squalling duck popped up and began what I can only describe as break-dancing on top of the water. It was spinning and rolling, pausing long enough for a Quack! before repeating the performance again. I looked to my buddies with a wide open mouth, and simultaneously we all break out in a good laugh. We got the duck netted and on the mat. My #6 Gardner Mugga was dead center in the bottom of his bill. It looks like my rig works flawlessly on ducks too. This coot was 2 pounds of seriously upset water foul. It snapped and bit relentlessly as I unraveled a length of line that had wrapped around its wing in all the tumbling and fury. I got a good hold on him and posed for my picture. There was no way I was going to miss this CPR moment. PB Water Fowl, 2lbs 0oz. Observing the charter of CAG, I practiced good "duck" care and released him back to the lake. He flew off like the Duck Dynasty boys were waiting in the weed line for a shot. I've never seen a duck flap away so fast. I bet he thinks twice the next time he tries eating maize off the bottom in 16 feet of water. Now I have to say I was quite a bit deflated by the whole experience. I had come for a new PB, and I didn't mean a crazy flapping duck! Doing the only thing I could do, I laughed it off, re-baited my line and setup for another...fish. That fish came about 2 hours later. My left alarm this time peeled off in squealing WREEEEEEE! I was up and on the rod in a flash. Loading the rod up I could feel the weight of the fish. You know that heft, when you pull and the fish doesn't turn. My mind drew into keen focus on the task at hand. A small adjustment on the drag and I pumped the rod, reeled in the slack and worked the fish toward the bank. This time when I saw the fish beneath the water it was crystal clear in all its white glory. It was a pristine buffalo well over 20 pounds. It was my new PB Smallmouth Buffalo of 28lbs even. After a few moments of appreciating this buffalo, I walked it to the water's edge and watched him slip slowly away back into the depths. It was a great angling moment capped off my one crazy duck.
  5. That shot with the mountains in the background was glorious. A real postcard swim.
  6. Just had an eagle-eye buddy of mine point out the under slung mouth on one of my twin carp catches during this FFF. My 2lbs 12oz common is, in fact, not a common but a Crucian Carp (or maybe a goldfish). Notice the no barbels and under slung mouth on the smaller (top) fish. While this disqualifies this little scrapper for the FFF contest, it makes the catch extremely COOL! This is officially my PB Crucian Carp (or Goldfish). Can anyone help with a proper fish ID?
  7. Third time's a charm
  8. Concerning Old Age and Carp Angling The FFF Misadventure of a Texas Angler 11:00pm – The Evening Before FFF The Big Apple dropped in New York as miles away, deep in the heart of Texas, a youthful Clayton Lothrop dropped his tackle and bait box in the back of his old pickup. Net, check. Rods, check. Pack bait bucket, check... This ritual was necessary to ensure everything I’d need on the bank was located securely in the back of Green Freedom – yeah my truck has a name. Countless times I’ve embarked on a fishing adventure only to have to turn around ten minutes down the road to fetch something I failed to pack. I refuse to believe this is due to aging. Satisfied all my gear was loaded I took a few private moments to fantasize about what the New Year ’s Day would bring. The fishery I had selected holds some real chunks and only last week I pulled two 20+ commons from its stained waters. I’m not ashamed to say that visions of me with a gilded crown on, waving to the angling masses crossed my mind after winning the FFF Emperor’s Award. Wishful thinking? Almost certainly. A quick PB&J sandwich and diet coke later (because that’s what champion’s eat) and I was in the truck hurling toward my swim as fast as Green Freedom would go which is about 55 mph. 12:00am – Time to Rock! I arrived at my swim, North Lakes – Denton, a little after midnight because one has to savor a good PB&J only to observe a posted warning sign prohibiting park use after 10pm. I never recalled seeing this sign before – still refusing the old age thing – and contemplated fishing anyway or being a law abiding citizen. You should know that I’m married to a very patient and supportive woman, but a trespassing charge would probably foul up any chance of future FFFs, among other things, so I turned back and decided I would come back at 4am, still plenty of time to get into the Hall of Fame for a prior to 6am capture. 4:00am – Reveille …snooze button… 5:30am – Up and At’um! One could question my passion for carp fishing at this point, but I assure you I’m all in. I was just whooped from a full day’s work at the grindstone on Tuesday. Ok, so I’m scrambling now and its starting to dawn on me (no pun intended) that the before 6am capture is going to be a goal for next year’s FFF 2015. I scrabble into some long johns, pull on my water boots and search unsuccessfully for my truck keys that, I promise, where on the counter where I left them when I went to bed – don’t say it…it’s not old age. Finally, I get myself together and jettison from the garage like a tomahawk missile in route to a terrorist training camp. Yep, I realize I forgot a hand towel. Oh well, that’s why the good Lord created jeans. 5:50am – Setup Everything slooowed down at this point. I was at the water’s edge with a cold wind blowing in and not a soul in sight. I relish this moment, in the outdoors with the water lapping at the bank and the grass rustling in the breeze. The ambience of nature, of fishing, is blissful. A throng of migratory birds where huddled up nearby suffering the wind together. They took note that I was there but didn’t startle. It was obvious I wasn’t there for them as I setup my pod, cooked up my pack-bait and prepared my rods and hookbait. Everything set, I settled in the cab of Green Freedom with my receiver turned up and stared into the blackness anticipating a screaming run. ………. And so I waited....still waiting. 7:32am – Sunrise God Bless America, isn’t that a pretty sight. A new sun on a new day of a new year full of potential….and WHAM! My left alarm screams off like a banshee. My receiver barks in kind and I can see from the cab a throbbing bend in my rod as a fish is tearing away pulling line by the yard in its fury. I could have been an extra in Saving Private Ryan. I was storming the bank, dodging a bucket here, jumping a mat there in all haste to get to my rod and load it up. I struck and felt the ecstasy of a fish pulling on the other end. Careful now, I checked the drag with a quick pluck on the line, perfect, and so I played her in. A lunge, then another and her head broke the surface. I had struck gold. 7:55am – First Fish of 2014 – 5lbs 6oz Ain’t she a beauty? After a brief moment of appreciation I returned her to the water and politely asked that she tell her friends to come try the buffet. 9:00am – Angry Birds Come nine o’clock I was in fear for my life. The bank had erupted in black birds swirling around me menacingly and calling dibs on the choicest parts of my body. Like every B-movie victim, I get out of the truck to investigate. Turns out some good Samaritan had dumped a 40 pound bag of cracked corn on the bank about 30 yards from my swim. The birds where angling for the corn but obviously not too sure about me ambling about. After a few tense moments, we decided to respect each other and they set about eating and me fishing. 10:39am – Two in the Net I’ll openly admit, I was starting to get mighty sleepy in the heated cab of my truck. My alarms hadn’t so much as chirped and I had lost all interest in the birds. The new radio was repeating the same story again – A tow truck driver was shot in Dallas at 5am by some drunk revelers – and I was sliding lower and lower on my bench seat then, WREEEEEEEEE! My receiver squawked a relentless peel and I could see by the yellow light my right rod was running. Flying out of the truck like Batman from the bat-mobile I glided to my rod and struck. There wasn’t a lot of fish on the end but after a dry period I didn’t care. Would you believe that just as I netting this little scrapper, my middle rod tore off. What is a guy to do? I laid down the first rod, fish in the net and played in the second. With the first fish still in the net and scooped up the second. They were two peas in a pod and looked like twins, twin bars of gold. 12:00pm – High Noon At lunch time my "Sweetie-pie" (It’s in my contract to call her that) called and asked if I was going to spend “all” of New Year’s Day fishing. I did what any self-respecting, pant’s-wearing man would do. I told her I would be home in a few. The hardest part of any fishing trip is packing up. It’s almost painful to being pulling those lines in when you know a shoal of gold is pecking around your hookbait and that if you could just keep your rods out a few minutes longer… Well, all good things come to an end. Just like when that Big Apple dropped to close out 2013 and ring in the New Year, and so my first, First Fishing Folly came to a close with a first fish and first double. I don’t even mind that they were so small……that’s a lie, I wish they had been 20s. My heartfelt thanks go out to the Carp Anglers Group for hosting such a creative and fun event. If I learned anything from this year’s FFF, it is to be better prepared for 2015, but as for the experience I had, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Kind regards, Clayton Lothrop (TX Angler) Special Thanks to World Classic Baits. Your 4 Seasons maize did the job once again down here in Texas. Thanks!
  9. It was a beautiful morning to be alive in the great state of Texas. Clayton Lothrop Texas North Lakes, Denton
  10. I also took this pair of gold bars for my first double of 2014! Clayton Lothrop 2lbs 12oz <-- Smallest Fish?? 3lbs 8oz 10:39am
  11. Here's my first fish of 2014, a scrappy 5-pounder Clayton Lothrop 5lbs 6oz Even 7:55 am Apparently I misjudged the headroom in the frame and cut my mug off, so here it is below
  12. I'll throw my weather-beaten hat into the ring for Texas Your Name: Clayton Lothrop Your CAG forum name: Papa Whiskey Your state or province of residence: Texas
  13. Glad to take part. Appreciate you fine folks at CAG for putting it on.
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