09-20-2012, 12:22 PM
[cool][#0000ff]TubeBabe is in Texas visiting a gal pal so I thought I would make a solo shot on Deer Creek to gather the fixins for a family perch chowder feed. I was encouraged by the reports from last week. What a difference a week can make.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]In case nobody has noticed, fall is fallin'. The trees in Provo Canyon are real purty and the water temps in Deer Creek are dropping faster than the water level. Last week's 66 degree water is this week's 63. And the air temp at launch was in the mid 30's. Glad I brung both my waders and my gloves.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I shoulda knowed something was different when I launched. On my last trip, a couple of weeks ago, I was overrun with an armada of tin boats launching right over top of me and racing to the "promised land"...err water...the mouth of the Provo River. Yesterday there was nobody else launching until I was almost to the island. And the "city" at the inlet was a ghost town...with only 3 or 4 boats all morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The big one week drop in water temps has changed the fishing. The trout scattered out into the cooler main lake and into the upper levels of the water column. And the perch? Well, let's just say they moved deeper and are being perchy.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I launched just before 7 am and it was barely getting light. I was still in only a few feet of water when I pitched out a jig and fly combo to see if there might be a trout or two in the vacinity. There was. My first cast had barely splashed down when I got a solid whack and went bendo on an aerial rainbow. Really. A nice 15 incher to start the morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Kept moving toward a favorite perchin' spot near the island...fishing the jig and fly combo as I went. Kept getting slowed down by having to net and release those wascally wainbows. Oh yeah, I think the "big dump" of finless freddies has been made in Deer Creek. A few footlongs mixed in with the bigger fish...but not nearly as bad as last year at this time. Saw quite a few swirling on the surface and jumping clear of the water. Some bigger ones too. A fly flinger would have been smiling.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Private intel had told me the perch were hanging in 13 to 15 feet of water. As I reached that "magic" zone I put up the trout tackle and switched to a tandem jig rig...usually deadly on bottom dwellers like perch, smallies and wallies. But this trip found only a few underfooter smallmouth at that depth...and later some more silly troutskis.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I worked around the end of the island and around the north side...down to where a couple of bank tanglers were holding down some rocks along the shoreline. They were doing a good job of keeping those rocks from floating away since they never did have to get up to mess with any fish.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I continued working a succession of plastics and little bladed jigs along the flats moving toward Charleston. Fished from as shallow as about 12 feet out to over sixteen feet. The only marks I saw on sonar usually turned out to be micro smallies. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I decided not to waste time slowly kicking all the way to the inlet prospecting for perch. So I put my electric motor on about medium speed, tossed out the jig and fly rig and slow-trolled around...looking for suspiciously perchy marks on my sonar. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I went back and forth in the channel and even across to the steep rock banks on the west side. No perch. Whenever I saw a few marks on sonar I would drop down the bottom gear and dredge for them. No love. However, I did catch a few more rainbows on the jig and fly combo as I moved around fruitlessly (perchlessly) searching.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I went north along the channel until maximum depth was about 15 feet...seeing only the occasional mid-depth trout blip on my screen. It finally occured to me that the perch had probably responded to the temperature drop as perch usually do about this time of year. They were migrating into deeper water. And the closest deeper water was off the end of the island. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I have a spot out there that I call my "perch highway"...where the fish move ever deeper as the temps drop...sloping out from the island into the main channel. Whaddayaknow? As I cruised into the "zone" I began to see encouraging marks on the bottom...at over 30 feet. Even better was the bites I began getting...and the few perch that came up to my tube for a howdy.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The good news? I did catch a few perch. The bad news? They were all cookie cutter 8-9 inchers. No toads today. I had one nice footlong almost to the tube before he decided he didn't wanna come to dinner. Unsociable. But, I did catch some more feisty little smallies. And the trout also moved in and were munching on the bottom along with the other guys. I caught several on the perch jigs at 30 feet plus. Had one that I hooked straight down while vertical jigging and it came straight up and jumped right in my face. Rude.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Nice day. Water kept a slight ripple almost all morning but the breeze never became a problem. No power squadron and no "blind" trout trollers that can't see you as they troll right over the top of you. Plenty of action. Lots of trout, smallies and even small perch. Can't complain if you got a bent stick and singing string. Just wish the perch had more shoulders. The toads are in there but on any given day you gotta find 'em.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Beached the tube at low tide...about 1ish. Enjoyed the colors going down the canyon. Purty.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Got home, unloaded the car and got ready to fillet the few fish I had kept. But my electric knife would not work. Tried it in a couple of other plugs. Nada. Thought that ancient American Angler knife had finally died. But the 4 year old "new" replacement wouldn't work either. Then I noticed the light over the sink was off too. And I remembered turning it on. Wiggling the switch did nothing. Power outage. That was about 3 pm. Power did not come back on until after 9 pm. 6 hours back in the dark ages. Even had to fillet the fish with a "real" knife. I still got it.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]In case nobody has noticed, fall is fallin'. The trees in Provo Canyon are real purty and the water temps in Deer Creek are dropping faster than the water level. Last week's 66 degree water is this week's 63. And the air temp at launch was in the mid 30's. Glad I brung both my waders and my gloves.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]I shoulda knowed something was different when I launched. On my last trip, a couple of weeks ago, I was overrun with an armada of tin boats launching right over top of me and racing to the "promised land"...err water...the mouth of the Provo River. Yesterday there was nobody else launching until I was almost to the island. And the "city" at the inlet was a ghost town...with only 3 or 4 boats all morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The big one week drop in water temps has changed the fishing. The trout scattered out into the cooler main lake and into the upper levels of the water column. And the perch? Well, let's just say they moved deeper and are being perchy.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]I launched just before 7 am and it was barely getting light. I was still in only a few feet of water when I pitched out a jig and fly combo to see if there might be a trout or two in the vacinity. There was. My first cast had barely splashed down when I got a solid whack and went bendo on an aerial rainbow. Really. A nice 15 incher to start the morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Kept moving toward a favorite perchin' spot near the island...fishing the jig and fly combo as I went. Kept getting slowed down by having to net and release those wascally wainbows. Oh yeah, I think the "big dump" of finless freddies has been made in Deer Creek. A few footlongs mixed in with the bigger fish...but not nearly as bad as last year at this time. Saw quite a few swirling on the surface and jumping clear of the water. Some bigger ones too. A fly flinger would have been smiling.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Private intel had told me the perch were hanging in 13 to 15 feet of water. As I reached that "magic" zone I put up the trout tackle and switched to a tandem jig rig...usually deadly on bottom dwellers like perch, smallies and wallies. But this trip found only a few underfooter smallmouth at that depth...and later some more silly troutskis.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I worked around the end of the island and around the north side...down to where a couple of bank tanglers were holding down some rocks along the shoreline. They were doing a good job of keeping those rocks from floating away since they never did have to get up to mess with any fish.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I continued working a succession of plastics and little bladed jigs along the flats moving toward Charleston. Fished from as shallow as about 12 feet out to over sixteen feet. The only marks I saw on sonar usually turned out to be micro smallies. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I decided not to waste time slowly kicking all the way to the inlet prospecting for perch. So I put my electric motor on about medium speed, tossed out the jig and fly rig and slow-trolled around...looking for suspiciously perchy marks on my sonar. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I went back and forth in the channel and even across to the steep rock banks on the west side. No perch. Whenever I saw a few marks on sonar I would drop down the bottom gear and dredge for them. No love. However, I did catch a few more rainbows on the jig and fly combo as I moved around fruitlessly (perchlessly) searching.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]I went north along the channel until maximum depth was about 15 feet...seeing only the occasional mid-depth trout blip on my screen. It finally occured to me that the perch had probably responded to the temperature drop as perch usually do about this time of year. They were migrating into deeper water. And the closest deeper water was off the end of the island. [/#0000ff]
[#0000ff][/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]I have a spot out there that I call my "perch highway"...where the fish move ever deeper as the temps drop...sloping out from the island into the main channel. Whaddayaknow? As I cruised into the "zone" I began to see encouraging marks on the bottom...at over 30 feet. Even better was the bites I began getting...and the few perch that came up to my tube for a howdy.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The good news? I did catch a few perch. The bad news? They were all cookie cutter 8-9 inchers. No toads today. I had one nice footlong almost to the tube before he decided he didn't wanna come to dinner. Unsociable. But, I did catch some more feisty little smallies. And the trout also moved in and were munching on the bottom along with the other guys. I caught several on the perch jigs at 30 feet plus. Had one that I hooked straight down while vertical jigging and it came straight up and jumped right in my face. Rude.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Nice day. Water kept a slight ripple almost all morning but the breeze never became a problem. No power squadron and no "blind" trout trollers that can't see you as they troll right over the top of you. Plenty of action. Lots of trout, smallies and even small perch. Can't complain if you got a bent stick and singing string. Just wish the perch had more shoulders. The toads are in there but on any given day you gotta find 'em.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Beached the tube at low tide...about 1ish. Enjoyed the colors going down the canyon. Purty.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Got home, unloaded the car and got ready to fillet the few fish I had kept. But my electric knife would not work. Tried it in a couple of other plugs. Nada. Thought that ancient American Angler knife had finally died. But the 4 year old "new" replacement wouldn't work either. Then I noticed the light over the sink was off too. And I remembered turning it on. Wiggling the switch did nothing. Power outage. That was about 3 pm. Power did not come back on until after 9 pm. 6 hours back in the dark ages. Even had to fillet the fish with a "real" knife. I still got it.[/#0000ff]
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