09-12-2004, 12:12 PM
[cool][#0000ff]"The infamous TubeDude"? Whazzup widdat? Everywhere I go and whenever I am introduced, it is always "the infamous one".[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Left my place Friday afternoon to spend the night with BLM and then to make an early visit to Bear Lake on Saturday morning. Stopped at Hooked Tackle in Kaysville, on the way up the road. Got to meet James and the staff (HookedChica, etc.). Very impressed with the complete selection of REAL fishing stuff, and the knowledgeable and helpful crew.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I did my part to add to the bottom line for the day's receipts, but that was the first place on the trip I was introduced to store patrons as "infamous". I didn't cry, but it started me to working on a complex.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Made it up to BLM's place in time for a pleasant evening of conversation and pizza in the backyard. Lovely evening. Also got to meet RipNLips wife, from across the street. He had gone grouse hunting.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Up at O-dark-thirty Saturday and stopped at the local convenience store for munchables. Met CrestLiner and a couple of other local BFTers. Again...I was the "infamous" one. Checked my breath and underarms. No worse than usual.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Hit Bear Lake Marina as the sky was getting light in the east. Light breeze and the promise of a nice day. The promise was a lie. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]First, the main motor would not even cough. After several minutes of fruitless tinkering, and inventing some new words, BLM lowered the smaller kicker and we slithered out of the marina under reduced power. Moved out to 70 feet of water and anchored up where we found a few blips, as we watched the other boats roar off to the rockpile, or other more distant destinations.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As we began jigging, it was observed by BLM that there was no net in the net holder. It was still hanging on the rack in his garage. We opted to keep fishing and to not go back for it. However, we decided that it would not be a good idea to catch any big fish, since we had no net. Good planning. It worked.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Every few minutes, BLM would cease his mumblings and reflections about the incompetence of his boatman long enough to try jiggling some more wires, while I tweaked the ignition switch. To the sound of tinkling bells and angel voices, the main engine finally coughed, sputtered and came to life. We had power.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]A short run to the rock pile and a brief tutorial by BLM on the distance from shore, the size and the shape of this famous underwater structure, and I was convinced that it would be worth hitting from the float tubes in October. Piece of pie. We have made much longer tubin' trips than that, as long as the "infamous" W... does not come up.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Most of the boats were congregated in an area out in deeper water. One boat reported taking a "couple of dinks". One of BLM's neighbors, who I had met the evening before, had a "belly up" mack a bit over an estimated 10 pounds. Other boats and the occasional troller didn't seem to be bothered much by intrusive fish.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We motored around, looking for likely marks on the sonar. We drifted for awhile in the glassy calm water, hoping to luck into some willing customers. As the breeze came up a bit, it was necessary to anchor, to keep from drifting too fast and not maintaining the touch necessary in this kind of fishing.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As a steady procession of boats recognized the "Boomerang", and came in for an exchange of info, I was repeatedly acknowledged as the "infamous" one. I had a full-blown complexion going by now.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]During a lull in attention, some silly fish smacked the heck out of my jig and I missed the connection. A re-drop into the zone did not produce a followup hit. I had a couple of other tentative inquiries, and that was it.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]BLM hooked a small cutt, which spit the hook twice and reengaged twice on the way to the top. It finally came loose, right at the surface, so we did not need the net anyway. Good. Only problem was that the poor tyke could not get up enough strength to go back down and bellied up on the surface. Since it was not a native, I agreed to salvage it for the table.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Since the fishing was not scintillating, and there were things that called me back to Salt Lake, we made an early day of it and were off the water around noon. I drove back into my driveway almost exactly 24 hours after departing on my epic journey.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Thanks, BLM for a great trip. Great company, great boat, great weather and great fishing...even if the catching wasn't so good. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Oh yeah, I also got a great intro to a few more BFTers...as the "infamous" TubeDude. But, that's okay. I always tell people not to say anything good about me. It's too hard to live up to a good reputation. I figure I've got it made here in Utah. No unrealistic expectations.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Left my place Friday afternoon to spend the night with BLM and then to make an early visit to Bear Lake on Saturday morning. Stopped at Hooked Tackle in Kaysville, on the way up the road. Got to meet James and the staff (HookedChica, etc.). Very impressed with the complete selection of REAL fishing stuff, and the knowledgeable and helpful crew.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]I did my part to add to the bottom line for the day's receipts, but that was the first place on the trip I was introduced to store patrons as "infamous". I didn't cry, but it started me to working on a complex.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Made it up to BLM's place in time for a pleasant evening of conversation and pizza in the backyard. Lovely evening. Also got to meet RipNLips wife, from across the street. He had gone grouse hunting.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Up at O-dark-thirty Saturday and stopped at the local convenience store for munchables. Met CrestLiner and a couple of other local BFTers. Again...I was the "infamous" one. Checked my breath and underarms. No worse than usual.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Hit Bear Lake Marina as the sky was getting light in the east. Light breeze and the promise of a nice day. The promise was a lie. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]First, the main motor would not even cough. After several minutes of fruitless tinkering, and inventing some new words, BLM lowered the smaller kicker and we slithered out of the marina under reduced power. Moved out to 70 feet of water and anchored up where we found a few blips, as we watched the other boats roar off to the rockpile, or other more distant destinations.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]As we began jigging, it was observed by BLM that there was no net in the net holder. It was still hanging on the rack in his garage. We opted to keep fishing and to not go back for it. However, we decided that it would not be a good idea to catch any big fish, since we had no net. Good planning. It worked.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Every few minutes, BLM would cease his mumblings and reflections about the incompetence of his boatman long enough to try jiggling some more wires, while I tweaked the ignition switch. To the sound of tinkling bells and angel voices, the main engine finally coughed, sputtered and came to life. We had power.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]A short run to the rock pile and a brief tutorial by BLM on the distance from shore, the size and the shape of this famous underwater structure, and I was convinced that it would be worth hitting from the float tubes in October. Piece of pie. We have made much longer tubin' trips than that, as long as the "infamous" W... does not come up.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Most of the boats were congregated in an area out in deeper water. One boat reported taking a "couple of dinks". One of BLM's neighbors, who I had met the evening before, had a "belly up" mack a bit over an estimated 10 pounds. Other boats and the occasional troller didn't seem to be bothered much by intrusive fish.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]We motored around, looking for likely marks on the sonar. We drifted for awhile in the glassy calm water, hoping to luck into some willing customers. As the breeze came up a bit, it was necessary to anchor, to keep from drifting too fast and not maintaining the touch necessary in this kind of fishing.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]As a steady procession of boats recognized the "Boomerang", and came in for an exchange of info, I was repeatedly acknowledged as the "infamous" one. I had a full-blown complexion going by now.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]During a lull in attention, some silly fish smacked the heck out of my jig and I missed the connection. A re-drop into the zone did not produce a followup hit. I had a couple of other tentative inquiries, and that was it.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]BLM hooked a small cutt, which spit the hook twice and reengaged twice on the way to the top. It finally came loose, right at the surface, so we did not need the net anyway. Good. Only problem was that the poor tyke could not get up enough strength to go back down and bellied up on the surface. Since it was not a native, I agreed to salvage it for the table.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Since the fishing was not scintillating, and there were things that called me back to Salt Lake, we made an early day of it and were off the water around noon. I drove back into my driveway almost exactly 24 hours after departing on my epic journey.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Thanks, BLM for a great trip. Great company, great boat, great weather and great fishing...even if the catching wasn't so good. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Oh yeah, I also got a great intro to a few more BFTers...as the "infamous" TubeDude. But, that's okay. I always tell people not to say anything good about me. It's too hard to live up to a good reputation. I figure I've got it made here in Utah. No unrealistic expectations.[/#0000ff]
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