06-06-2018, 08:55 PM
[#0000ff]Been a lot of wind this week. Didn't think I would get on the water for a while. But BLK and I hatched up a plan for a quick trip this morning, during a lull in the "zephyrs". Fooled Mama Nature by not planning it too soon so she had a chance to spoil it.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]BLK showed up shortly after I did at the Lincoln Beach launch ramp. His G-kids weren't able to make it so it was BLK solo in his boat and me in my red ride. Air temp mid fifties. Water temp 69 at dawn launch and 72 at 11:30 departure. Also fairly good visibility for Utah Lake...a kinda "walleye green". But no walleyes were harmed on this trip.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Lynn headed up the channel in his boat first. Before I launched, I pitched a small jig into some little swirls on the ramp. Aha! Just as I hoped/figured. Juvenile white bass...about 5 inches. Too big for this year's hatch. Probably late bloomers from last year. Put 5 in the basket for bait if needed and got my tube launched.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]%$#@?#! I was about 1/3 of the way up the channel and making good speed (at least for an electric) and my motor suddenly slowed way down. I checked the speed settings. Slower and slower. Wondered if maybe I had picked up some discarded line in the prop. Yep. After carefully removing the prop and avoiding losing the nut or washer in the process I cut and picked out a bunch of funky monofilament. Success. My motor moved me upon the waters again.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Partially cloudy...or partially sunny. Only a slight ripple on the water. Looking good. And it was good. Verily. My first bait (big chub) got an okay from a brawling 25 inch dark female kitty. Sent her back to finish dumping her belly full of eggs.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Had fairly steady action on both bottom dragged baits and chartreuse fligs. One eager male kitty actually swallowed the flig. Most hookups on fligs are in the corners of the mouth...on the strike.
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[#0000ff]At one point I had a hang up on a rock...on one of my big chubs being dragged on bottom. I was unable to shake it loose so I turned my tube around and started kicking back toward the snag, to get over it and then try to free it. But some reesty old daddy cat decided he was gonna steal it from me. I had the rod back over my shoulder...reeling slowly as I backed up, to take up the slack. All of a sudden I was just about pulled backwards out of my tube. That was a strike. And the fish had gulped the whole big bait and got the hook on the chomp.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As soon as I got turned around and was fighting the fish properly I realized 'twern't no wimpy cookie cutter. This fish had shoulders and attitude. He actually made a couple of short runs against a fairly tight drag. And when I got him closer to the tube he would not budge from the bottom. Around and around we went...with him not coming up an inch.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I figured this one might be worth measuring. I had brought my bigger net and my bump board in anticipation. The big net worked well and my first guess was that the fish might go 30 inches. But it only went 29. Still...my biggest so far this year. Hopefully it will be the smallest of those I post for the contest.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]BLK had boated down to another area, looking for the elusive yardlong. We chatted a couple of times on the walkie talkies and he had been unable to do much better than two footers... our usual fare. About 10 am it was warming up a bit and the fishing was slowing down. So BLK boogied. Old wimp. Of course if I lived close enough to hit it every day like he does I might be a bit more discriminating too.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I stuck it out for another half hour or so...exercising a couple more cats in the early 20 inch range. Then I decided to make an early day of it myself. Plus, there was a strengthening northerly breeze coming up and that usually is not as good for me.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Put up my rods and cranked up the electric motor to high...heading for the channel. Then %$#@&?! I lost one of my fins. I had scaled down in bulk today, fishing wet instead of wearing waders and neoprene boots. I did shorten the straps on my fins to keep them properly snug with less inside the fin. But the right one had still felt a little bit loose...and it chose to make its escape while I was under full power and unable to make any kind of effort to recover it. Thankfully, I still had the motor to get me back to the ramp. From past experience I know i never would have made it otherwise.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Yeah, it was a good, bad and ugly day. Good weather, good company, good fishing. Bad luck with the electric motor and losing a fin. Ugly? You ever looked at one of those pouty-lipped daddy cats up close. Ugly!
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[#0000ff]BLK showed up shortly after I did at the Lincoln Beach launch ramp. His G-kids weren't able to make it so it was BLK solo in his boat and me in my red ride. Air temp mid fifties. Water temp 69 at dawn launch and 72 at 11:30 departure. Also fairly good visibility for Utah Lake...a kinda "walleye green". But no walleyes were harmed on this trip.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Lynn headed up the channel in his boat first. Before I launched, I pitched a small jig into some little swirls on the ramp. Aha! Just as I hoped/figured. Juvenile white bass...about 5 inches. Too big for this year's hatch. Probably late bloomers from last year. Put 5 in the basket for bait if needed and got my tube launched.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]%$#@?#! I was about 1/3 of the way up the channel and making good speed (at least for an electric) and my motor suddenly slowed way down. I checked the speed settings. Slower and slower. Wondered if maybe I had picked up some discarded line in the prop. Yep. After carefully removing the prop and avoiding losing the nut or washer in the process I cut and picked out a bunch of funky monofilament. Success. My motor moved me upon the waters again.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Partially cloudy...or partially sunny. Only a slight ripple on the water. Looking good. And it was good. Verily. My first bait (big chub) got an okay from a brawling 25 inch dark female kitty. Sent her back to finish dumping her belly full of eggs.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Had fairly steady action on both bottom dragged baits and chartreuse fligs. One eager male kitty actually swallowed the flig. Most hookups on fligs are in the corners of the mouth...on the strike.
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[#0000ff]At one point I had a hang up on a rock...on one of my big chubs being dragged on bottom. I was unable to shake it loose so I turned my tube around and started kicking back toward the snag, to get over it and then try to free it. But some reesty old daddy cat decided he was gonna steal it from me. I had the rod back over my shoulder...reeling slowly as I backed up, to take up the slack. All of a sudden I was just about pulled backwards out of my tube. That was a strike. And the fish had gulped the whole big bait and got the hook on the chomp.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As soon as I got turned around and was fighting the fish properly I realized 'twern't no wimpy cookie cutter. This fish had shoulders and attitude. He actually made a couple of short runs against a fairly tight drag. And when I got him closer to the tube he would not budge from the bottom. Around and around we went...with him not coming up an inch.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I figured this one might be worth measuring. I had brought my bigger net and my bump board in anticipation. The big net worked well and my first guess was that the fish might go 30 inches. But it only went 29. Still...my biggest so far this year. Hopefully it will be the smallest of those I post for the contest.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]BLK had boated down to another area, looking for the elusive yardlong. We chatted a couple of times on the walkie talkies and he had been unable to do much better than two footers... our usual fare. About 10 am it was warming up a bit and the fishing was slowing down. So BLK boogied. Old wimp. Of course if I lived close enough to hit it every day like he does I might be a bit more discriminating too.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I stuck it out for another half hour or so...exercising a couple more cats in the early 20 inch range. Then I decided to make an early day of it myself. Plus, there was a strengthening northerly breeze coming up and that usually is not as good for me.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Put up my rods and cranked up the electric motor to high...heading for the channel. Then %$#@&?! I lost one of my fins. I had scaled down in bulk today, fishing wet instead of wearing waders and neoprene boots. I did shorten the straps on my fins to keep them properly snug with less inside the fin. But the right one had still felt a little bit loose...and it chose to make its escape while I was under full power and unable to make any kind of effort to recover it. Thankfully, I still had the motor to get me back to the ramp. From past experience I know i never would have made it otherwise.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Yeah, it was a good, bad and ugly day. Good weather, good company, good fishing. Bad luck with the electric motor and losing a fin. Ugly? You ever looked at one of those pouty-lipped daddy cats up close. Ugly!
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