02-25-2014, 10:31 PM
[#0000FF]I have been lusting after trying Starvation...since the early iceout thing. When Bassrods offered a ride on his bass sled for the day I swallowed my (tubers') pride and got on board.
Weather forecast from yesterday was for calm conditions all last night and well into the day today. This morning it had changed to 10 mph winds early and semi calm conditions by late morning. Liar, liar pants on fire. Stupid weather guys.
We were at the wide open ramp by 7ish...and watched the bumpy wind-driven waves moving by from west to east. Decided to wait a while to launch and hoped for better conditions. No better at 8 so we launched anyway. Headed toward Bunny Gulch to try to find a spot at least a bit sheltered from the "breezes". Hard to fish finesse and hold the boat in position with the weather we were facing. And it just kept getting worse as the day went on.
Cruised around while watching sonar...looking for any fish at all...and trying to guess what depths we would be fishing. Finally just put the bow-mount down and tried bottom bouncing as we drifted and blew across any likely looking areas.
We saw a few marks that looked "toothy". Other marks that looked "yellowish". But no love. Also saw some suspenders above the bottom. Who knew that trout wore suspenders?
Bassrods kept working his trusty Gulp Minnows on a dropshot rig. I rotated through an assortment of jigs and baits that had worked well in the past. Nada, nada, zip, zip. Finally, a couple of "Starvation steelheads" gulped Bassrods' Gulp Minnows and he had his skunk taken care of. Took me a while to rig with some Gulp goodies but I also got deskunked. Big, hard-fighting bows...up to 22 inches.
We both fought hard for every bite we got. We both kept a limit of 4 big bows before the "popcorn" on the water got too pesky to handle. Bassrods also scored the only brown trout of the day...but it went back in for another trip. A couple of rattle rattle bites that might have been perch but no non-trout species were harmed in the making of this report.
Only saw a couple of other boats but there were several other trailers in the parking area when we got back in about noonish. Water temps were 37 degrees. Some ice still clinging to the back of a few coves and on the south side of the bridge. But there was no ice I would feel safe walking on and drilling. It is pretty much over. We could hear the chunky gal tuning up. Maybe it was just coyotes.
Thanks for the ride and the "entertainment" Cliff. Been a long time since we abused each other's eardrums so unmercifully. You get a couple of old reprobates together in the same space for very long and the BS-ometer starts spinning.
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Weather forecast from yesterday was for calm conditions all last night and well into the day today. This morning it had changed to 10 mph winds early and semi calm conditions by late morning. Liar, liar pants on fire. Stupid weather guys.
We were at the wide open ramp by 7ish...and watched the bumpy wind-driven waves moving by from west to east. Decided to wait a while to launch and hoped for better conditions. No better at 8 so we launched anyway. Headed toward Bunny Gulch to try to find a spot at least a bit sheltered from the "breezes". Hard to fish finesse and hold the boat in position with the weather we were facing. And it just kept getting worse as the day went on.
Cruised around while watching sonar...looking for any fish at all...and trying to guess what depths we would be fishing. Finally just put the bow-mount down and tried bottom bouncing as we drifted and blew across any likely looking areas.
We saw a few marks that looked "toothy". Other marks that looked "yellowish". But no love. Also saw some suspenders above the bottom. Who knew that trout wore suspenders?
Bassrods kept working his trusty Gulp Minnows on a dropshot rig. I rotated through an assortment of jigs and baits that had worked well in the past. Nada, nada, zip, zip. Finally, a couple of "Starvation steelheads" gulped Bassrods' Gulp Minnows and he had his skunk taken care of. Took me a while to rig with some Gulp goodies but I also got deskunked. Big, hard-fighting bows...up to 22 inches.
We both fought hard for every bite we got. We both kept a limit of 4 big bows before the "popcorn" on the water got too pesky to handle. Bassrods also scored the only brown trout of the day...but it went back in for another trip. A couple of rattle rattle bites that might have been perch but no non-trout species were harmed in the making of this report.
Only saw a couple of other boats but there were several other trailers in the parking area when we got back in about noonish. Water temps were 37 degrees. Some ice still clinging to the back of a few coves and on the south side of the bridge. But there was no ice I would feel safe walking on and drilling. It is pretty much over. We could hear the chunky gal tuning up. Maybe it was just coyotes.
Thanks for the ride and the "entertainment" Cliff. Been a long time since we abused each other's eardrums so unmercifully. You get a couple of old reprobates together in the same space for very long and the BS-ometer starts spinning.
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