11-23-2008, 12:55 PM
[cool][#0000ff]It had been about 2 months since I last fished the Knolls, on Utah Lake. Figured conditions were right for some walleyes...maybe a few chilly cats. I figured wrong. None of those fishies were harmed in the making of this report.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Cold morning. 27 degree air temp when I got there about 7:30 AM. Waited for the sun to hit the water before launching about 8:30. Getting smarter in my old age. Yeah, right.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp was a chilly 43...not much warmer than some of the higher elevation lakes. Utah Lake is shallow and cools off faster. At least it was sunny and calm. Didn't need gloves or my warm hat. And, the water was a pretty green color, with a couple of feet of visibility. Unusual for that pond. I was optimistic. I shouldn't have been.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I came prepared with worms, chub minnows, carp minnows and some white bass meat. During the morning hours, I fished it all...from 4' deep out to over 9 feet deep. Covered over a mile long stretch of shoreline to the west of my launch point. Dragged bait on the bottom, fished it under a bobber and even tried a corky rig for awhile. I got several "pop and drops"...probably from white bass. And, I had one good "runner" briefly, on a chub minnow...but there was nobody home when I picked up the rod to set the hook.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I had been making big lazy S-turns from deeper to shallower water I had found a few areas that had a few fish suspended and some on the bottom. But, none of them had been active enough to slurp up any of my baits. I suspected that most of the "marks" on my sonar screen were probably carp...which make up over 90 percent of the biomass in Utah Lake. I was right.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]About 11 AM...after almost 3 hours of fishless fishing...I turned around and started working my way slowly back toward my original launch spot. I brought in one of the bait rods and started tossing a tandem jig rig with my second pole. The water had warmed a couple of degrees in the calm and sunny conditions, and I was hopeful that maybe something might be active enough to smack plastic. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]For the next three hours I did my darndest to remove a lot of carp from the Utah Lake biomass. I caught at least a grundle and a half. And, those silly carp all TOOK the jigs too. Some took it in their mouths. Some took it with their tails. Some were "dorsal diners". But, all were a lot of fun on my medium light rod and six pound line. Even the poorest fighting carp outclasses the hardest fighting cutthroat of a similar size. I could squint my eyes and "make pretend" they were something besides carp. But, I didn't.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Actually, I used this carptastic opportunity to conduct medical exams on the fish, and to perform necessary surgeries, where indicated. In the pictures below, I have recorded some of my diagnoses and treatments, for the benefit of those who also have a medical curiosity about carpkind. WARNING: Some of these pictures are graphic and may offend sensitive viewers.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Although the day was calm and sunny...and the snow capped mountains above Provo were loverly...the esthetic experience of the day was marred by the "Obama-Rama" going on all along the west side of the lake. Barack's new militia were out in force, trying out their newly acquired "toys" and burning up vast quantities of the ammo they have been stockpiling. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Hard to describe the noise. It was like a sound mix of a war movie, a shoot-em-up western and a popcorn making convention. A non-stop cacaphony of pops, bangs and the whines of ricocheting bullets. Heard lots of full clips being emptied semi-auto...and several bursts of full auto fire. Scary. Even heard a few HUGE booms that sounded like howitzers. I'll bet those babies would vaporize a bunny or two.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]There are almost always plinkers and target shooters somewhere along the west side of the lake...especially on a nice weekend. But that was the worst I had ever witnessed. Part of the increased shooting noise was explained as I drove out. A large "organized" group had set up a wall of targets, behind a hill, and dozens of shooters were doing their best to destroy the targets...and the landscape. Several of their ricochets had traveled over the hill and hit the water within my line of sight. I was thinking I should have worn my flak jacket instead of my fishing vest.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Cold morning. 27 degree air temp when I got there about 7:30 AM. Waited for the sun to hit the water before launching about 8:30. Getting smarter in my old age. Yeah, right.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp was a chilly 43...not much warmer than some of the higher elevation lakes. Utah Lake is shallow and cools off faster. At least it was sunny and calm. Didn't need gloves or my warm hat. And, the water was a pretty green color, with a couple of feet of visibility. Unusual for that pond. I was optimistic. I shouldn't have been.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I came prepared with worms, chub minnows, carp minnows and some white bass meat. During the morning hours, I fished it all...from 4' deep out to over 9 feet deep. Covered over a mile long stretch of shoreline to the west of my launch point. Dragged bait on the bottom, fished it under a bobber and even tried a corky rig for awhile. I got several "pop and drops"...probably from white bass. And, I had one good "runner" briefly, on a chub minnow...but there was nobody home when I picked up the rod to set the hook.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I had been making big lazy S-turns from deeper to shallower water I had found a few areas that had a few fish suspended and some on the bottom. But, none of them had been active enough to slurp up any of my baits. I suspected that most of the "marks" on my sonar screen were probably carp...which make up over 90 percent of the biomass in Utah Lake. I was right.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]About 11 AM...after almost 3 hours of fishless fishing...I turned around and started working my way slowly back toward my original launch spot. I brought in one of the bait rods and started tossing a tandem jig rig with my second pole. The water had warmed a couple of degrees in the calm and sunny conditions, and I was hopeful that maybe something might be active enough to smack plastic. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]For the next three hours I did my darndest to remove a lot of carp from the Utah Lake biomass. I caught at least a grundle and a half. And, those silly carp all TOOK the jigs too. Some took it in their mouths. Some took it with their tails. Some were "dorsal diners". But, all were a lot of fun on my medium light rod and six pound line. Even the poorest fighting carp outclasses the hardest fighting cutthroat of a similar size. I could squint my eyes and "make pretend" they were something besides carp. But, I didn't.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Actually, I used this carptastic opportunity to conduct medical exams on the fish, and to perform necessary surgeries, where indicated. In the pictures below, I have recorded some of my diagnoses and treatments, for the benefit of those who also have a medical curiosity about carpkind. WARNING: Some of these pictures are graphic and may offend sensitive viewers.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Although the day was calm and sunny...and the snow capped mountains above Provo were loverly...the esthetic experience of the day was marred by the "Obama-Rama" going on all along the west side of the lake. Barack's new militia were out in force, trying out their newly acquired "toys" and burning up vast quantities of the ammo they have been stockpiling. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Hard to describe the noise. It was like a sound mix of a war movie, a shoot-em-up western and a popcorn making convention. A non-stop cacaphony of pops, bangs and the whines of ricocheting bullets. Heard lots of full clips being emptied semi-auto...and several bursts of full auto fire. Scary. Even heard a few HUGE booms that sounded like howitzers. I'll bet those babies would vaporize a bunny or two.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]There are almost always plinkers and target shooters somewhere along the west side of the lake...especially on a nice weekend. But that was the worst I had ever witnessed. Part of the increased shooting noise was explained as I drove out. A large "organized" group had set up a wall of targets, behind a hill, and dozens of shooters were doing their best to destroy the targets...and the landscape. Several of their ricochets had traveled over the hill and hit the water within my line of sight. I was thinking I should have worn my flak jacket instead of my fishing vest.[/#0000ff]
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