Record Setting Fish
On a Father's Day weekend fishing trip, Saturday, June 18, 2011, Nick Anderson of Greenville, NC reeled in a 143 pound blue catfish. The fish was caught in John Kerr Reservoir, more commonly known as Buggs Island Lake, on the Virginia-North Carolina border. On June 22, 2011, the Virginia Dept of Game and Inland Fisheries certified the blue catfish as the state's largest setting a new state record.
On February 7, 2012, a 136 pound blue catfish was caught on a commercial fishing trot line in Lake Moultrie, more commonly known as Santee Cooper Lake, near Cross, South Carolina. It was 56 inches long. The fish is the largest blue catfish ever weighed on a certified scale in South Carolina but it is not eligible for state record certification because it was not caught on a rod and reel.
On July 20, 2010, a yet to be certified new world record blue catfish was caught by Greg Bernal of Florissant, Mo. on the Missouri River. Greg's girlfriend, Janet Momphard, a nurse from St. Charles, Mo. helped land the world-record fish. The record catfish weighed in at 130 lbs. It was 57 inches long and 45 inches in girth. The previous angling world record was 124 pounds, and was caught by Tim Pruitt on May 22, 2005, in the Mississippi River. This record broke the previous blue catfish record of 121.5 Lbs caught from Lake Texoma, Texas.
The Illinois record for blue catfish is 124.4 lbs. This huge catfish was caught in the Mississippi River.
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