11-02-2009, 07:33 PM
I got up early and headed for work this morning. I took a wrong turn and somehow got lost, but I finally recognized where I was when I saw the Jordanelle/RockCliff sign. [
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I was really traumatized by the ordeal, so I figured since I had my fishing gear with me that I should get in my tube and calm down for a while. It was a beautiful morning!
I launched at 6:30AM to 38 degrees air temp and 48 degrees water temp. I had the place to myself for the first hour. Really, all to myself - not even any fish to keep me company.
I began fiddling around with different patterns and presentations. I was reeling one of my Blackandwhites up through the water column when wham! Near the surface a large fish swirled and whacked it, but I didn't connect. Dang!
I kept working further out along the arm and bing, bing, bing, a fine 'bow was jumping around with one of my flies in it's mouth. I played it out, but as it approached the tube the knot slipped. Dang number 2!
The morning was wearing on, and I had an 11:00AM conference call at the office to attend. So, I began paddling back toward the launch ramp. I had two more hits in fairly short order, but again they didn't get attached to the hook. Double dang!
My watch said I needed to wrap in up soon, but I don't like the smell of skunk so I opted for another pass across the channel. Good thing I did because an 18" 'bow that knew how to bite stuff decided to tie one on.
That was a good way to finish, and I was off the water by 9:00AM.
I made it to work for the phone call, and it all worked out good. However, chances are that I could probably get lost again real soon.[cool]
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] I was really traumatized by the ordeal, so I figured since I had my fishing gear with me that I should get in my tube and calm down for a while. It was a beautiful morning!
I launched at 6:30AM to 38 degrees air temp and 48 degrees water temp. I had the place to myself for the first hour. Really, all to myself - not even any fish to keep me company.
I began fiddling around with different patterns and presentations. I was reeling one of my Blackandwhites up through the water column when wham! Near the surface a large fish swirled and whacked it, but I didn't connect. Dang!
I kept working further out along the arm and bing, bing, bing, a fine 'bow was jumping around with one of my flies in it's mouth. I played it out, but as it approached the tube the knot slipped. Dang number 2!
The morning was wearing on, and I had an 11:00AM conference call at the office to attend. So, I began paddling back toward the launch ramp. I had two more hits in fairly short order, but again they didn't get attached to the hook. Double dang!
My watch said I needed to wrap in up soon, but I don't like the smell of skunk so I opted for another pass across the channel. Good thing I did because an 18" 'bow that knew how to bite stuff decided to tie one on.
That was a good way to finish, and I was off the water by 9:00AM.
I made it to work for the phone call, and it all worked out good. However, chances are that I could probably get lost again real soon.[cool]
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