10-02-2010, 06:54 PM
My music partner from J&L Jazz became my fishing partner for an afternoon (I'm the J, he's the L). Met up in Hyrum and launched about 5. Air temp was warm, water was cool, wind was mild. Mountains are very red now. Gotta get up the canyon!
Started out buzzing around the docks, pitching for bass, see if we could find some frisky followers. Lots of tiny bass, and the new tiger troutlings along the shore. Some brother, sister bass under the dock. Tried a popper. Pitched onto the dock, then drop off - lots of 'first hits' right as it'd land. L likes his fly fishing, so pitched a sinking line and got some good attention. Many followers, whole schools at times. Got a few hookups - about 10inchers, but didn't find any mommy's or daddy's come to play. So we moved on for other targets.
Dragged some flies and spoons toward the "outlet". Worked along the west side a while. Jumpers here and there. Stopped to pitch some jigs for perch, and L flung his flies. He got the first bow hookup, and they worked that fly rod pretty good. Ripped some line when they saw the net. Good tugs.
Didn't find any perch a tap-tap-tapping, so we moved along toward Devil's Half (now I know that's what it's called : ). Had a couple more bouncing rods as we rounded the south bend. Pretty well took turns for a while. Fly n bobber, fly rod-dragged, orange spoon, and back.
We worked the south shore, and there were risers everywhere as dusk came on. Right time, right place. Had a couple double hookups. Don't know what it is about doubles - they almost always want to get off -both! Quick-Release! Guess it's like looking away from your rod, and THAT's when you get a hit. Never fails.
I did have a session where I got hit on the fly-n-bobber, as I netted the fish, then let the bobber drag away. Before I could get him out of the net I had another one on. Two in the net! I released the smaller one, and let the line drag away, and bam - hit again before I could deal with the netted fish. Double net again. That poor fly got so beat up on it came unravelled. It was too dark to change it, so I dragged it anyway. Still got hits - the little spinner must still call attention.
The wind picked up as the bite dropped off, and darkness had set it. We were surpised to find it was only about 8:30 by the time we'd loaded up and headed out.
None of the fish were beyond a foot. But they worked pretty hard for their size. L had a lot of line spooled out as the fish neared the boat. Taking a run for it! Wohoo - good times.
We kept a few fatter ones for the smoker. After reading more of TD's fillet posts, decided to pick up an electric fillet knife. First chance to practice. I'd been getting pretty good with my regular fillet knife, it's gonna take some practice to get used to the POWER of the new knife, and how to yield it. It's both 12Vlt and 120 - kinda handy. I could even plug it in on the boat!
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Started out buzzing around the docks, pitching for bass, see if we could find some frisky followers. Lots of tiny bass, and the new tiger troutlings along the shore. Some brother, sister bass under the dock. Tried a popper. Pitched onto the dock, then drop off - lots of 'first hits' right as it'd land. L likes his fly fishing, so pitched a sinking line and got some good attention. Many followers, whole schools at times. Got a few hookups - about 10inchers, but didn't find any mommy's or daddy's come to play. So we moved on for other targets.
Dragged some flies and spoons toward the "outlet". Worked along the west side a while. Jumpers here and there. Stopped to pitch some jigs for perch, and L flung his flies. He got the first bow hookup, and they worked that fly rod pretty good. Ripped some line when they saw the net. Good tugs.
Didn't find any perch a tap-tap-tapping, so we moved along toward Devil's Half (now I know that's what it's called : ). Had a couple more bouncing rods as we rounded the south bend. Pretty well took turns for a while. Fly n bobber, fly rod-dragged, orange spoon, and back.
We worked the south shore, and there were risers everywhere as dusk came on. Right time, right place. Had a couple double hookups. Don't know what it is about doubles - they almost always want to get off -both! Quick-Release! Guess it's like looking away from your rod, and THAT's when you get a hit. Never fails.
I did have a session where I got hit on the fly-n-bobber, as I netted the fish, then let the bobber drag away. Before I could get him out of the net I had another one on. Two in the net! I released the smaller one, and let the line drag away, and bam - hit again before I could deal with the netted fish. Double net again. That poor fly got so beat up on it came unravelled. It was too dark to change it, so I dragged it anyway. Still got hits - the little spinner must still call attention.
The wind picked up as the bite dropped off, and darkness had set it. We were surpised to find it was only about 8:30 by the time we'd loaded up and headed out.
None of the fish were beyond a foot. But they worked pretty hard for their size. L had a lot of line spooled out as the fish neared the boat. Taking a run for it! Wohoo - good times.
We kept a few fatter ones for the smoker. After reading more of TD's fillet posts, decided to pick up an electric fillet knife. First chance to practice. I'd been getting pretty good with my regular fillet knife, it's gonna take some practice to get used to the POWER of the new knife, and how to yield it. It's both 12Vlt and 120 - kinda handy. I could even plug it in on the boat!
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