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I keep one large Bluegill in a 125 gal tank.
He can tolerate 70% water changes from my well and enjoys eating night crawlers.
I use a couple large HOB filters with sponge pre-filters & clean the pro-filters as they clog up.
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My wife and I used to do similar. many-many moons ago. We bought a bunch of stuff at the fabric store. Looked like semi-fine n
netting. Truly amazing the variety of life in a creek. We had a ball. We would lay the netting down in summers when the creek was low, go up stream and start dragging our feet downstream. Several species of darter. One darter was even camouflaged like that blue-green lichen on rocks. Tiny bass. Tiny bream. Mussels. We caught crickets in the yard. Fascinating how the bass would eat them: In the blink of an eye the cricket would be in its mouth. Second blink the cricket would be floating in front of its mouth again but with a dismembered leg would be left floating when he sucked it back in. Then two legs left floating. The bass would only eat live food.
We caught a wad of minnow fry and put them in. We had caught a tiny catfish about a month earlier. He'd only come out of his hiding place at night. Already after sunset we ate supper and came back to see. All of the fry were in the catfish's distended belly. So big he couldn't get back in his hole. He was already dead and the bream were already pecking at him. After wondering how the little fellow found them all in about an hour, we later learned catfish can 'see' the electrical signals from a fish's brain to its muscles. Their sensors are in their whiskers.
Wife (GF then) was a trooper. Snakes would slide in the creek; sometimes seen as well as heard. I was able to convince her even if they're vipers their movement into the water was proof they meant us no harm. It was the viper, safely asleep on the bank in the sun that was the danger.
Blowed at by many deer who seemed to think it really strange for people to be in the creek. We were usually accompanied by a blue heron who used our presence, flushing fishes, to his advantage. Sometimes not more then 50 feet away. My old dog blitz would show up and check on us about every hour, hang for five or so, cool-off in the water. We even trained him to approach from upstream. He'd get up, shake off, and give us his look that meant I'll be back. If he wasn't home when we were carried to the creek, no worries, he'd still find us. He'd huff (no barking) from the bank to tell us he'd caught up to us.
Mama or deddy would drop us off truck in a pickup at a bridge. Then drive to another bridge about two miles downstream (as a snake slithers) and drop off our bicycles. We'd be gone all day and catch scores of fish. Maybe 4-5 eating size ones. We released them all. What a woman. Tall. Thin. Tanned. She actually enjoyed it. She always caught the biggest fish, dammit!