TightLine Catfishing: Grandkids, Chaos, and DUG, the King of Lake Waco

A few friends have asked about fishing with my grandkids... we do not go as often as i'd like but when we do it isn’t just about catching catfish. Nope, it’s about the adventure, a team of wild athletes, dramatic performers, a snack saboteur, and the legendary beast that lurks beneath the surface—DUG, the biggest catfish in Lake Waco, named by our SIX grandkids:

For those unfamiliar, let me introduce The Junior TightLine Team, a group that somehow manages to turn every fishing trip into a high-stakes action movie and/or Broadway musical:

                           

• Harper (13) – THE Drama Queen of the Deep. Every missed catch is a tragedy, every successful catch an Oscar-worthy performance. If catfish had emotions, she’d have them sobbing.
• Addelyn (13) – The Horse Whisperer Angler. She rides horses better than she handles fishing rods, but don’t let that fool you—she still catches more fish than the rest of us, possibly through sheer confidence alone.
• Owen (11) – The Baseball Slugger Fisherman. He treats every catfish like a fastball, winds up, and swings with maximum force—sometimes forgetting that rods don’t work like baseball bats.
• Wilder (11) – The Soccer Strategist. He swears catfish respond to footwork, which explains why he’s trying to dribble the bait bucket instead of fishing.
• Maisie (3) – The Snack Master. She doesn’t fish. She supervises and distributes Goldfish crackers to the lake, insisting “catfish get hungry, too.”

                                               

• Charli (6 weeks old) – The Silent Judge. She’s watching all this nonsense and silently evaluating her life choices.

And then there’s DUG—the undisputed heavyweight champion of Lake Waco, a catfish so massive that boats fear him, and anglers respect him. Lake Waco’s living aquatic legend. This catfish isn't just big—he's got his own gravitational pull. Sailboats mysteriously change course in his wake. Its said, he once swallowed an anchor just to prove a point.

He's the kind of fish that makes grown men weep (including tough men like -CERVICKO). My grandkids whisper his name like a bedtime warning: “Be good… or DUG will surface.”

He’s not just a catfish. He’s a Texas size SLAM event with fins with no scales!

Catfishing for Dug: A Catfish Tale Like No Other

(Also something no other tennis official has done—ever.)

Authors note: PLEASE remember this is a CATFISH STORY - Leni (my Wife) wanted me to warn you - you could be doing something else!

I never imagined that my “next chapter” after semi-retiring from tennis officiating would involve floating across Lake Waco in a 14-foot, 1984 custom made catfishing boat named the USS Sassy (named after THE first TightLine Catfishing Dog), chasing a mythical fish named Dug with a grumpy, storytelling, rodeo-loving buddy and a genius goldendoodle who could out-sniff most law enforcement dogs.

But there I was... A lifelong tennis official, used to calling foot faults and making overrules, now out here trying to outwit something with spaghetti like whiskers and gills.

Beside me:

• Rick, my lifelong friend and living embodiment of “rough around the edges.”
• And Dazy, my four-legged catfishing prodigy. Half goldendoodle, half wizard, 100% reliable when it came to sniffing out catfish —and leftover beef jerky.

“Kevin, toss me an adult beverage,” Rick grunted, adjusting his baseball cap for the fourth time. It never fit right. It looked like it was always trying to escape the moment the wind hit 5 mph.

Dazy suddenly let out a deep, cryptic "woof"—the kind of sound that makes you wonder if she just cracked a top-secret catfishing code or accidentally binge-watched way too much late-night “River Monster” shows.  

Whatever - that was our cue.
She smelled him.
Dug.

We followed her lead and headed toward the Whisker Whale...

Not just a catfish. THE catfish.

The Loch Waco Ness Monster.

The slick, hulking legend—so feared by locals. Named and revered by my grandkids (Addy, Harper, Owen, Wilder, Maisie, and Charli)— the Catfish once stole a jet ski, sank a canoe, and possibly moonlit as a blackjack dealer on a riverboat. Rick told me it once challenged him to an arm-wrestling match. Others claim it can file taxes. All I know is… I’ve never seen it lose a staring contest and it has an ongoing feud with: 

Lake Waco’s Carp Captain the great Honorable Bobbert Cervicko.

We were TightLine Catfishing now. And things were getting seriously real. So, I cranked the radio.

 

yes, “Eye of the Tiger.”

Game on.

Lines baited. Lines dropped. Tension high. Lots of waiting and waiting and waiting...

Rick leaned back and opined – that the only thing biting today he said, was his arthritis, he also said that before we do more with artificial intelligence –we should fix natural stupidity, and finally he reminded me that he likes catfishing and three people.

I stared into the water like it owed me answers.

Then—BOOM.

Dug's bent my rod in half like a government budget—bending in ways that defy logic.

“KEVIN! REEL!” Rick shouted, knocking over his own drink in the chaos.

Dazy barked furiously—either cheering me on or arguing with a nearby lake gull.

The USS Sassy rocked like it was in a Texas-sized washing machine. I gritted my teeth. I hadn’t worked this hard since that five-hour epic Big 12 Championship match between Baylor and Texas A&M back in 2002. 

(BU won 4–2. You’re welcome.)

Then, he rose.

Dug.

He was… enormous.
This wasn’t a fish. This was a floating couch with whiskers - an aquatic deity.

And then… he did something wild.
He slowly and methodically surfaced, calmly. Looked me right in the eyes.

And gradually extended a fin the size of Red Ball tennis racket.

I didn’t hesitate.
Years of match-ending etiquette kicked in.
I leaned down and shook his fin.

“Good match,” I panted.

He gave a subtle nod.
And with that, Dug sank back into the depths—vanishing like a greasy, majestic submarine.

The 14 foot catfish yacht was silent.  The lake was still.

I turned to Rick, blinking. “Rick… I just shook hands with a catfish.”

He cracked yet another can. "Yeah, well... retirement does strange things to people. Even stranger things to already strange people."

And that, my friends, is how I became the only tennis official in recorded history to get a sportsmanlike handshake from a 75+ pound Catfish – Named Dug. 

Love to my grandkids: Addelyn, Harper, Owen, Wilder, Maisie, and Charli!

It doesn't matter if the rod is or isn't bent... time spent catfishing is time well spent!

This is my nephew Constantine Tsialos, we call him CoCo. 

His lovely family is from Zakynthos Greece (look it up on the map - it is beautiful). CoCo wanted to experience a TightLine Catfishing trip while in Texas.  

So, we set sail on the 13.5 foot - USS Sassy!               

                                   This is a secret spot near Ridgewood Country club - in a cove.                                            Very calm waters. We are using the Super Secret bait - hotdogs and shrimp!

We started out VERY slow - it was almost as if we were trying to catch the allusive Devils Hole pupfish (rarest fish in the world).  But, then the story changed and...

CoCo's positive attitude never waivered - we searched out other honey holes and caught some big catfish smiles. CoCo is a natural catfisherman!

TightLine Catfishing is patience and faith - awaiting a nibble! 

Total caught on this day - 12 Cats (Channel and Blue) for 23 lbs. 

Mastery and TightLine  

Mastery catching catfish (like anything else) is a wonderful goal because it can’t be bought, rushed, inherited, or taken from anyone. 

It’s all about hard work, dedication...

and Prayer,

We have a weapon - DazyDoodleDug.

I don't know how, but just like Sassy before her, she can sniff out a bed of Catfish!

This week we sniffed out 75 cats over two days...  ave wt. 1.7 lbs.

Lake Waco water temp was 49 degrees and we catfished in 8-9 feet of water...

We do not max out every time - but, come close - practice, practice, practice

 

These Beach Chickens (lake gulls) LOVE flying around Dazy and are always a welcome sight...