Ridgerunner
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Another one of my stories. When my uncle retired he moved back to the ridges of East Tennessee and built a house near a small stream. He built a pond off that stream, cleverly arranging for water to be taken from that stream from a settling basin at the top of the pond and water being discharged back into that stream at the bottom, while allowing any erosion from heavy rains to pass on down the streambed and not fill his pond.
He stocked that pond with bluegill, large mouthed bass, and catfish. The bluegill and bass did great. He could sit on his front porch and see three huge bass schooling together. If he took a fishing pole to the pond his wife would watch the bass swim to the far end of the pond. Great entertainment.
But the catfish just died. He got the county extension agent out to help him figure out why the catfish did not thrive in what should be a great set-up. The agent looked at that stream coming down the hillside, measured the temperature of the water, and told him the catfish were starving to death. I don’t know what variety of catfish he had, but evidently those catfish would not eat if the water temperature was less than 50 degrees Fahrenheit. That beautiful year-around spring-fed stream was colder than that in the heat of summer starved those catfish to death although there was plenty for them to eat in that pond.
Chickie, your being in New Hampshire made me think of that story.
He stocked that pond with bluegill, large mouthed bass, and catfish. The bluegill and bass did great. He could sit on his front porch and see three huge bass schooling together. If he took a fishing pole to the pond his wife would watch the bass swim to the far end of the pond. Great entertainment.
But the catfish just died. He got the county extension agent out to help him figure out why the catfish did not thrive in what should be a great set-up. The agent looked at that stream coming down the hillside, measured the temperature of the water, and told him the catfish were starving to death. I don’t know what variety of catfish he had, but evidently those catfish would not eat if the water temperature was less than 50 degrees Fahrenheit. That beautiful year-around spring-fed stream was colder than that in the heat of summer starved those catfish to death although there was plenty for them to eat in that pond.
Chickie, your being in New Hampshire made me think of that story.