08-19-2013, 03:24 PM
After a couple months of poring over maps, and Google Earth looking for my next adventure for Brook trout. I had my mind set on a lake in Southern Utah. It just so happens that LOAH had just recently went to this lake, and after seeing his report it wasn't just my little secret anymore. But I did get to see what size of fish the lake held from his thread.
My wife had a girls day set for Saturday. So I had the kitchen pass, and the plan was to sleepover at my parents, and have them watch the two older kids while I went fishing, and my wife went shopping. Got to love Grandparents that want to watch the kids.
After not hearing the alarm. I made it to the trail head at around 7:00 ish.
The hike wasn't to hard, and if I would have had a elk tag i would have had it filled with in 20 mins, a spike by two, and his little sis stood up just off the trail, and watched me pass.
I was almost to the lake when I ran into a couple stalking through the trees. They probably wondered what was busting thought the brush. After talking to them, and letting them know about the elk I saw up the trail I made it the rest of the way to the lake. To my surprise there was already someone on the lake in a float tube. I think he was just as surprised as I was.
I started out at the log jam. I could see some smaller Cutt's cruising around the logs. As sneaky as a 300 LBS man can be I tried to drop the jig to them, but they had me pegged. After moving along the log jam I could see some huge Cutt's swimming from log to log. Same thing they had me figured out. I hiked/bushwacked around the lake just checking the place out. I never got a bite, but did see a bunch of top water action. I've never seen such large fish jump so far out of the water. They where pounding the bugs floating on the water. I sat, and watched for quite a while wishing i had a float tube to get out to these fish. I never did see the feller on the float tube catch anything though.
After trying the log jam one more time, and messing with the Cutt's in a pool behind the log jam. I hiked back to the car. I wasn't disappointed, but motivated to get back there with a float tube to chase the huge fish in this lake.
As i hiked out I stopped by another lake, and caught a 12" brook, and missed on a couple other bites. Still trying to figure out the ways of the marabou jig.
After getting back to the car, and driving to where I had service I called to check on my wife. She said I should stay longer if it was ok with my parents. So a quick phone call later, and I was on my way to another lake I wanted to checkout.
Same thing with this lake I had found it, and was planning on checking it out when LOAH posted a report about it. Man I'm riding his shirt tails, he's on the ball with these Brook Trout waters always one step ahead.
After a couple miles of bumpy road I was ready to get out, and hike. It was a steep son of a gun getting to the lake, and I was trying to out run the thunderstorms in the area. On the way there I was thinking I have to come back up this . Once I made it to the lake I knew I only had a short time to fish because of the weather.
I walked the shoreline throwing a gold Panther Martin, and not getting any love. I noticed a Brook Trout sitting under a submerged log. I quickly switched to my second pole that has a black marabou jig on it. I dropped the jig right in front of the Brookie, and he pounded it before it hit bottom. After a short fight I bloodied his nose, and took his picture.
The thunder, and lightning really picked up then so I worked my way the rest of the way down the shore tossing the jig. I picked up another Brook just before leaving.
I wasn't looking forward to the hike back out, but did find an easier way back, and will use this route to excess this lake again hopefully soon. I made it back to the car just in time for it to start raining/hailing.
On the drive home I noticed 5 fires started from the lightning.
I can't wait to make it back to these two lakes, but will for sure take a float tube next time.
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My wife had a girls day set for Saturday. So I had the kitchen pass, and the plan was to sleepover at my parents, and have them watch the two older kids while I went fishing, and my wife went shopping. Got to love Grandparents that want to watch the kids.
After not hearing the alarm. I made it to the trail head at around 7:00 ish.
The hike wasn't to hard, and if I would have had a elk tag i would have had it filled with in 20 mins, a spike by two, and his little sis stood up just off the trail, and watched me pass.
I was almost to the lake when I ran into a couple stalking through the trees. They probably wondered what was busting thought the brush. After talking to them, and letting them know about the elk I saw up the trail I made it the rest of the way to the lake. To my surprise there was already someone on the lake in a float tube. I think he was just as surprised as I was.
I started out at the log jam. I could see some smaller Cutt's cruising around the logs. As sneaky as a 300 LBS man can be I tried to drop the jig to them, but they had me pegged. After moving along the log jam I could see some huge Cutt's swimming from log to log. Same thing they had me figured out. I hiked/bushwacked around the lake just checking the place out. I never got a bite, but did see a bunch of top water action. I've never seen such large fish jump so far out of the water. They where pounding the bugs floating on the water. I sat, and watched for quite a while wishing i had a float tube to get out to these fish. I never did see the feller on the float tube catch anything though.
After trying the log jam one more time, and messing with the Cutt's in a pool behind the log jam. I hiked back to the car. I wasn't disappointed, but motivated to get back there with a float tube to chase the huge fish in this lake.
As i hiked out I stopped by another lake, and caught a 12" brook, and missed on a couple other bites. Still trying to figure out the ways of the marabou jig.
After getting back to the car, and driving to where I had service I called to check on my wife. She said I should stay longer if it was ok with my parents. So a quick phone call later, and I was on my way to another lake I wanted to checkout.
Same thing with this lake I had found it, and was planning on checking it out when LOAH posted a report about it. Man I'm riding his shirt tails, he's on the ball with these Brook Trout waters always one step ahead.
After a couple miles of bumpy road I was ready to get out, and hike. It was a steep son of a gun getting to the lake, and I was trying to out run the thunderstorms in the area. On the way there I was thinking I have to come back up this . Once I made it to the lake I knew I only had a short time to fish because of the weather.
I walked the shoreline throwing a gold Panther Martin, and not getting any love. I noticed a Brook Trout sitting under a submerged log. I quickly switched to my second pole that has a black marabou jig on it. I dropped the jig right in front of the Brookie, and he pounded it before it hit bottom. After a short fight I bloodied his nose, and took his picture.
The thunder, and lightning really picked up then so I worked my way the rest of the way down the shore tossing the jig. I picked up another Brook just before leaving.
I wasn't looking forward to the hike back out, but did find an easier way back, and will use this route to excess this lake again hopefully soon. I made it back to the car just in time for it to start raining/hailing.
On the drive home I noticed 5 fires started from the lightning.
I can't wait to make it back to these two lakes, but will for sure take a float tube next time.
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