09-15-2011, 01:05 AM
OK, first of all: long-time reader, first-time poster. I go to this site when I'm planning my weekend excursions. I figure it's only fair to share a report when I go somewhere no one's written about in a while. So here's to sharing 
I am posting on behalf my fishing buddy Kota too, because she is a dog and cannot type.
We went up to "Lunker Lane" on Sunday, just under Jordanelle. I think this is techinally the Middle Provo. Got there about 11 and probably missed out on some awesome morning action. But I do love catching those breif windows in the afternoon when the fish decide it's on.
Fished just out of the parking lot with a scud/san juan combo until I noticed some rises. Switched to a tan elk hair caddis and got 2 strike in 10 minutes. Second one I hooked into pretty good and it was a nice size, 12" or so, but got off when I went to pull him up on the bank.
Walked down stream for maybe a half mile fishing all the little pockets I could find. The hoppers were out in force but I got nothing using them. So when I found a good deep hole I threw on a tiny blue WD40 with a split-shot (I think...some it was little midge-ish thing) and about 4 casts in, got a giant monster. Or so I thought. The thing was taking line and when I finally wrestled it out of the current it still felt super heavy... but weird. Come to find out it was a really pretty 15 incher that I had somehow managed to hook in the belly.
Kept walking the river and pulled a nice 10" out of another hole on the same WD40. Then I promptly lost the WD40. Who knows how. Kota doesn't.
We came to a little lull-y spot and I tried a few other flies, thinking about calling it a day, and all of a sudden the fish start rising everywhere around me. I put the caddis that has done so well for me lately back on. My casts were placed perfectly but the buggers were just not hitting. I wasted a good 5 min of prime time before it finally occured to me to switch to a PMD. And of course, got a strike on the first cast. I got two small 5/6-inch-ish ones before the rises stopped.
It was 4:00 by then I we hadn't eaten all day, so we went to The Other End in Heber for a burger and a beer.
So 4.5 fish in 5 hours (almost an average of a fish an hour...) and lots of good hits. I can think of much worse ways to spend a Sunday.
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I am posting on behalf my fishing buddy Kota too, because she is a dog and cannot type.
We went up to "Lunker Lane" on Sunday, just under Jordanelle. I think this is techinally the Middle Provo. Got there about 11 and probably missed out on some awesome morning action. But I do love catching those breif windows in the afternoon when the fish decide it's on.
Fished just out of the parking lot with a scud/san juan combo until I noticed some rises. Switched to a tan elk hair caddis and got 2 strike in 10 minutes. Second one I hooked into pretty good and it was a nice size, 12" or so, but got off when I went to pull him up on the bank.
Walked down stream for maybe a half mile fishing all the little pockets I could find. The hoppers were out in force but I got nothing using them. So when I found a good deep hole I threw on a tiny blue WD40 with a split-shot (I think...some it was little midge-ish thing) and about 4 casts in, got a giant monster. Or so I thought. The thing was taking line and when I finally wrestled it out of the current it still felt super heavy... but weird. Come to find out it was a really pretty 15 incher that I had somehow managed to hook in the belly.
Kept walking the river and pulled a nice 10" out of another hole on the same WD40. Then I promptly lost the WD40. Who knows how. Kota doesn't.
We came to a little lull-y spot and I tried a few other flies, thinking about calling it a day, and all of a sudden the fish start rising everywhere around me. I put the caddis that has done so well for me lately back on. My casts were placed perfectly but the buggers were just not hitting. I wasted a good 5 min of prime time before it finally occured to me to switch to a PMD. And of course, got a strike on the first cast. I got two small 5/6-inch-ish ones before the rises stopped.
It was 4:00 by then I we hadn't eaten all day, so we went to The Other End in Heber for a burger and a beer.
So 4.5 fish in 5 hours (almost an average of a fish an hour...) and lots of good hits. I can think of much worse ways to spend a Sunday.
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