| ARTICLE - Alligator Gar | Johnny Jensen's Photographic Library |
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For years, I have wanted to fish for the giant alligator gar in Texas; ever since I saw a picture in an old biology book about 20 years ago. The last 5 years I have been looking for a guide, but as the alligator gar is considered a trash fish, guides for this kind of fishing are hard to come by. Then last autumn, out of the blue, a German angler, Florian Läufer, asked me to join him on a trip this June, and I naturally couldn't resist. Florian had contact with the only serious gar guide over there, Kirk Kirkland. Kirk has Comanche blood in his veins, he has fished for gar since childhood, and he has guided anglers for the last 8 years. He has an impressive "100% rate" on garfish, and the alligator gars are not small: general weight 40-150 lbs, and most clients catch gars over 100 lbs. River beast Ten minutes later we're blasting down the narrow river, navigating with what little light is available as the sky starts to brighten, and it feels like driving through a tunnel because of the overhanging trees and bushes lining the steep mud banks. In front of us, a couple of white herons are flying leisurely, and a family of wild boar is frightened, bolting from the bank, as the boat speeds through the cocoa coloured Trinity River. At last, we stop – we must have motored downriver for at least 25 minutes. The sun is now peeking over the tree line, and the temperature increases dramatically – along with our excitement. We have stopped at a long, promising pool, where many river beasts hunt and roll in the surface. Every now and again, we hear the characteristic "wet clap" of the gator gars snapping their impressive jaws, attacking smaller, unfortunate fish. With shaking hands, we set up the rods, and Kirk opens his cooling-box of goodies and selects sweet looking 7 lbs buffalo carp. He cuts it into three pieces, and sticks the head on one of the big trebles, the body on the next, and the tail section on the last. We lob the baits out as far as can be expected with baits of that size, and settle ourselves in comfy-chairs, our minds spinning with the thoughts of these big armoured predators - we have waited 8 months for this moment! The first beast to show interest is a mean looking alligator – the reptilian version. It spotted our floats from across the river, and slowly moves our way on direct collision course with one of our baits. My thought of cooling off with my feet in the water quickly evaporates. The whole thing ends quite harmlessly, however, as the alligator decides the float doesn't look appetising after all, and disappears like a slow diving submarine, not to be seen again that day. After an hour, the next interested party, is, fortunately not an alligator – at least not the reptilian version. Our float suddenly starts moving off downstream with no warning at all – no commotion, no swirling, no splashing. Kirk orders us to wind in the other rods, while he releases the boat from the mud bank, and we set off after the float, while Florian musters all his inner strength in an effort NOT to strike the fish yet. It takes a while for the gator gar to work the bait from the toothy snout into the mouth, and we have to wait until the gar stops again, which is usually a good sign that the job is done. As soon as it starts upstream again, Florian strikes it with all his might, but the fish doesn't really seem to notice. Florian looks more and more worried, as the gar continues at a steady pace towards some sunken trees, but Kirk is one step ahead, and swiftly puts the boat between the fish and the trees. Florian pumps away, and after an otherwise uneventful fight the near 6-foot beast is lying in the surface beside the boat, snapping its jaws. Kirk ties up the fish with a rope behind the pectoral fins, and just then Florian lets out a huge sigh of relief – the goal of the trip is very apparently achieved now: an alligator gar over 100 lbs! Well over, actually… 134 lbs! Kirk drags the big gar into the boat, and Florian and I scramble to the opposite end of the boat, after which we ferry the fish to a little piece of dry bank for the photo session. Beast of hurtin' Powerful tackle & big baits Slow week |