03-06-2023, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-07-2023, 06:50 PM by Piscophilic.)
The weather looked OK and the camera said the ice was off at Lindon, so Jon and I loaded up the BBL and went to do a shakedown for the boat, us and the equipment. We didn’t get skunked, but it was close. We generally used significantly reduced bait sizes and went much slower, but they didn’t want to play. The sonar said there weren’t a lot of fish in the area either.
For info, when we got there about 8:30 the water in the harbor was about 2.5 feet deep, 38 degrees with completely chocolate milk visibility. We had decided to split the time between strolling (0.2 to 0.7) for cats and trolling (1 to 1.7 MPH) for white bass. Both were equally effective, no cats and no WB. We fished water from 1.5 to almost 5 feet deep. The temp was under 37 in the main lake. We also tossed some soft plastics around the rocks inside and outside the harbor with no love.
In about 1.7 FOW, 45 minutes into our first strolling period, Jon got a hit on a thawed WB chunk with a small clown wobble glo ahead of it. It seemed to hook up and then get off and then start pecking again. I said: “Oh, Jon, you’ve got a fish! Oh, I think it came off, no its back pecking again, must be a white.” He leaned back on the rod and said: “I don’t think it’s a white.” Even after the long fishless winter it only took him a few seconds to recognize that 10.5 pounds was too heavy for a white!
In all the years I’ve dragged WB chunks for cats I have only seen them hit by a carp once, now it is twice. It had the 1/0 circle hook and the attractor well into its mouth. But it was a fish, and a good battle! After we got it in the net, it donated a chunk of flesh for fresh bait and after it had passed on the carcass went to feed the kitties.
That was all the excitement we had from 9 A.M. to 2 P.M. We saw maybe 3 catlike marks on the screen the whole time and none we could entice. We had planned to stay around the harbor and bubble up for an hour or so and then go hunting if needed, but when I went to fill the carbs on the 150, gas sprayed out of one end of the fuel bulb. It would start, sputter and then die. With no gas motor we stayed close to the harbor and took what it gave us. It was a shakedown trip, so mission accomplished. The new bulb and a spare arrive on Tuesday.
It was really one of those days when we knew fishing would be tuff, but just had to go because we finally could. I’m excited for the start of another season and I’m sure glad we are going to see good runoff and more water in the lake this year!
For info, when we got there about 8:30 the water in the harbor was about 2.5 feet deep, 38 degrees with completely chocolate milk visibility. We had decided to split the time between strolling (0.2 to 0.7) for cats and trolling (1 to 1.7 MPH) for white bass. Both were equally effective, no cats and no WB. We fished water from 1.5 to almost 5 feet deep. The temp was under 37 in the main lake. We also tossed some soft plastics around the rocks inside and outside the harbor with no love.
In about 1.7 FOW, 45 minutes into our first strolling period, Jon got a hit on a thawed WB chunk with a small clown wobble glo ahead of it. It seemed to hook up and then get off and then start pecking again. I said: “Oh, Jon, you’ve got a fish! Oh, I think it came off, no its back pecking again, must be a white.” He leaned back on the rod and said: “I don’t think it’s a white.” Even after the long fishless winter it only took him a few seconds to recognize that 10.5 pounds was too heavy for a white!
In all the years I’ve dragged WB chunks for cats I have only seen them hit by a carp once, now it is twice. It had the 1/0 circle hook and the attractor well into its mouth. But it was a fish, and a good battle! After we got it in the net, it donated a chunk of flesh for fresh bait and after it had passed on the carcass went to feed the kitties.
That was all the excitement we had from 9 A.M. to 2 P.M. We saw maybe 3 catlike marks on the screen the whole time and none we could entice. We had planned to stay around the harbor and bubble up for an hour or so and then go hunting if needed, but when I went to fill the carbs on the 150, gas sprayed out of one end of the fuel bulb. It would start, sputter and then die. With no gas motor we stayed close to the harbor and took what it gave us. It was a shakedown trip, so mission accomplished. The new bulb and a spare arrive on Tuesday.
It was really one of those days when we knew fishing would be tuff, but just had to go because we finally could. I’m excited for the start of another season and I’m sure glad we are going to see good runoff and more water in the lake this year!