03-05-2012, 06:16 AM
With the warm weather I decided that I better skip church and hit the lake. While I thought it was a great idea, Mrs. Troutbum didn't love it so much -- today will cost me several hours of foot rubs, but it was worth it.
I recently read on here that there were fish in the cooling ponds, so I thought I'd give that a go first thing. Ya, I don't know what the hell I was reading, because I'd bet my [#ff0000]Deleted[/#ff0000] that there are no fish in there. The water is super clear and pretty shallow. I fished it for approx. two hours and made my way around the entire shoreline. I didn't see/spook anything, nor did I see anything rise. It was a calm quiet day, so I would've seen/heard splashes. Anyhow, after that debacle, I walked the shoreline of the main lake by Bubble Up and threw all sorts of wooly buggers. Not even a sniff. Man, there went three good hours of fishing...
I got back to the truck and headed to Lindon Marina, which was supposed to be my initial destination before I got suckered into those damn ponds. I broke out the pontoon, the battery, and the motor, and headed out. I ran into The Twins and their buddy and chatted for a bit, and then headed over to the north side of the marina -- lots of brush and cover. My goal today was to get some LMB, Carp, and if I was lucky, my first 'Eye. I also dragged a carp minnow ala TD in hopes of a lucky Channel strike. After 3 hours of sputting around the brush, I had exactly Jack Squat to my name. Not even a bite. Then it happened...
Mr. White Bass and his buddies decided to show up, and I couldn't keep them off my line. They seemed mostly keyed in on a small, slow-sinking perch minnow/bugger pattern that my buddy tied for me. It has foam dumbbell eyes instead of lead, which makes for a nice slow decent. I was only in about 4 feet of water, so I could actually see the whitey's smacking it. Awesome!
The best part and highlight of the day was yet to come though. I had just slaughtered 20+ WB from the same "hole" and decided to turn around and try the reeds behind me. Once my fly hit the water, something smacked it hard, and took me for a nice run. I was frickin' scared, excited, and pissed at the same time. Pissed? Ya, pissed that I was dumb and thought 5 lb test would be a good sized tippit. Needless to say, after a few minutes of trying to keep him out of the reeds and out from under my toon, the bastard broke off. I saw him once, but it was fleeting and I couldn't tell what species it was. I'm thinking nice LMB or Carp -- but like I said in another post, I'm totally claiming giant Northern Pike. I also did get a solid hit on a 7" carp minnow that I hung 18" below a bobber that really got my blood pumping, but whatever it was only dragged it a few feet and dropped it, never to return. (probably another HUGE Pike) =)
Heading back tomorrow with a different strategy and stronger line. Mr. Carp is going to get his lips ripped off tomorrow. Boo ya.
I recently read on here that there were fish in the cooling ponds, so I thought I'd give that a go first thing. Ya, I don't know what the hell I was reading, because I'd bet my [#ff0000]Deleted[/#ff0000] that there are no fish in there. The water is super clear and pretty shallow. I fished it for approx. two hours and made my way around the entire shoreline. I didn't see/spook anything, nor did I see anything rise. It was a calm quiet day, so I would've seen/heard splashes. Anyhow, after that debacle, I walked the shoreline of the main lake by Bubble Up and threw all sorts of wooly buggers. Not even a sniff. Man, there went three good hours of fishing...
I got back to the truck and headed to Lindon Marina, which was supposed to be my initial destination before I got suckered into those damn ponds. I broke out the pontoon, the battery, and the motor, and headed out. I ran into The Twins and their buddy and chatted for a bit, and then headed over to the north side of the marina -- lots of brush and cover. My goal today was to get some LMB, Carp, and if I was lucky, my first 'Eye. I also dragged a carp minnow ala TD in hopes of a lucky Channel strike. After 3 hours of sputting around the brush, I had exactly Jack Squat to my name. Not even a bite. Then it happened...
Mr. White Bass and his buddies decided to show up, and I couldn't keep them off my line. They seemed mostly keyed in on a small, slow-sinking perch minnow/bugger pattern that my buddy tied for me. It has foam dumbbell eyes instead of lead, which makes for a nice slow decent. I was only in about 4 feet of water, so I could actually see the whitey's smacking it. Awesome!
![[Image: IMG-20120304-00650.jpg]](http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/flakestein/IMG-20120304-00650.jpg)
![[Image: IMG-20120304-00647.jpg]](http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/flakestein/IMG-20120304-00647.jpg)
![[Image: IMG-20120304-00649.jpg]](http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/flakestein/IMG-20120304-00649.jpg)
![[Image: IMG-20120304-00648.jpg]](http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/flakestein/IMG-20120304-00648.jpg)
![[Image: IMG-20120304-00646.jpg]](http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/flakestein/IMG-20120304-00646.jpg)
The best part and highlight of the day was yet to come though. I had just slaughtered 20+ WB from the same "hole" and decided to turn around and try the reeds behind me. Once my fly hit the water, something smacked it hard, and took me for a nice run. I was frickin' scared, excited, and pissed at the same time. Pissed? Ya, pissed that I was dumb and thought 5 lb test would be a good sized tippit. Needless to say, after a few minutes of trying to keep him out of the reeds and out from under my toon, the bastard broke off. I saw him once, but it was fleeting and I couldn't tell what species it was. I'm thinking nice LMB or Carp -- but like I said in another post, I'm totally claiming giant Northern Pike. I also did get a solid hit on a 7" carp minnow that I hung 18" below a bobber that really got my blood pumping, but whatever it was only dragged it a few feet and dropped it, never to return. (probably another HUGE Pike) =)
Heading back tomorrow with a different strategy and stronger line. Mr. Carp is going to get his lips ripped off tomorrow. Boo ya.