05-21-2005, 12:54 PM
[cool][#0000ff]After Theekillerbee was properly introduced to Utah Lake last week, at Lindon, he wanted to broaden his horizons. He talked me into playing fish hookey Friday to show him what Lincoln Beach was all about.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]When we met up in Salt Lake, about 5 AM, there was a south wind blowing. He expressed concern. I told him I had done my famous "anti W" dance and that we would be okay at Lincoln Beach. I also assured him that he would catch some fish. He had brought home a nice cat and some white bass from Lindon, and his wife had HINTED that he needed to get some more of that good stuff for the table.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The wind blew all the way to Spanish Fork, but (as I had promised) it was calm at Lincoln Beach. The high water levels (yahoo) have pretty well wiped out all the best launching spots around Lincoln Beach, so we settled for putting in at the launch ramp. A lot of extra kicking for me, but TKB brought the motor for his pontoon.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We saw fish activity and metered some fish inside the channel, but I got only one light tap on plastics. We got out of the channel and began dragging bait and casting an assortment of spinners and plastics as we moved north toward the springs. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp inside the channel was 62 and was 1 degree warmer in the main lake when we launched about 6:45. There were a couple of boats that launched about the same time, and several more came out afterwards.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Lots of scenery and wildlife. The snow covered mountains across the lake were a nice background. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]There were quite a few pelicans, both on the water and later flying and gliding in big circles at high altitude. Saw some big rooster pheasants, some honkers and heard some cranes. There were quite a few grebes on the water, and several pairs were doing their PWC imitations as part of their courting rituals. A couple of those grebes popped up out of the water, after fish hunting dives, quite close to our tube and toons. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]No action until about 8:30. TKB drew first blood, with a 4.75# channel that beat him up pretty good. I was still concentrating on throwing lures, trying to get a walleye or some white bass. There were schools of fish breezing through at middepth in 7-8 feet of water. That is also the depth where we ultimately found the most cats.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After TKB netted his second kitty, a smaller one, I got serious about bait soakin'. I worked over into an area with a pronounce "edge", where the depth went from 6' to 8' within a couple of kicks. That was where we scored almost all of our "pickups". I bagged a 3# and a 2# channel in fairly quick succession and then went fishless the rest of the morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Well, not exactly. The carp were getting frisky along the edges of the lake again, and I was running low on my supply of carp meat. I kicked over to a weed covered newly submerged hump, where the carp were "frolicing". I got out of my Super Fat Cat and pushed it into some stickups to anchor it from the light breeze. I then "force fed" a jig to a 5# sized carp. The carp promtly powered into a mass of salt cedar, made a granny knot and a couple of half hitches with my line and swam off with my jig.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I unhooked my landing net and set up in a channel being used often by the carp, in about a foot of water. Two scoops later, I had a couple for the bait box in my freezer. Oh yeah, there was a boat that just cruised in and anchored close by and they were having a good time watching the antics of an old "white boy" netting carp. (while shuffling around in shallow water while still wearing his fins)[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I customarily leave the spring loaded lid on my fish basket open, with the spring detached. Shortly after kicking back out to "fish country" the largest of the two carp spied the opening above and launched out of the basket like a Polaris missile. Scared the heck out of me. I had just resolved myself to having to make do with only one bait carp when that smaller rascal followed the first one up and out.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]TKB had brought 5 channels to his toon by now, but the fishing died by the time I got back into action. The water temp had risen about 4 degrees, but we both dragged bait on two rods for another hour without hooking up. The two boys in the boat, fishing in shallower water, under bobbers, did bring in a small fish and had several more enthusiastic hooksets that resulted in nothing.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Oh yeah, TKB scored one last fish on the way back to the launch ramp. A hungry white bass slurped up the big piece of carp meat he was dragging for kitties. It wasn't a big one, but he kept it anyway. His wife decided she likes white bass.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The wind had been calm, with occasional riffles across the water. About 10, the wind came in from the north for awhile. I wondered if the forecast front was on the way, and we started moving back toward the harbor. The guys in the boat started packing up too, but they had their anchor firmly stuck in the rocks. No matter what they tried, it would not come loose. They finally cut the rope, but only after a lot of sawing with a very dull knife. TKB suggested that it was probably their fillet knife.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Motorized TKB was almost back to the channel opening when the north wind stopped and a very strong south wind came out of nowhere. I was still a long way from sanctuary, and had to power kick for a long ways to get inside the channel. Then, I had to hug the south dike and keep kicking like crazy to make headway against the wind.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Had to dodge some wackos playing with their PWC next to the ramp while trying to stand up and get out on my tired old legs. TKB already had his trailer backed down to the ramp, so we loaded up and headed home.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]In spite of the fickle wind conditions, we had a fun morning. I think TKB has a new fondness for Utah Lake.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]When we met up in Salt Lake, about 5 AM, there was a south wind blowing. He expressed concern. I told him I had done my famous "anti W" dance and that we would be okay at Lincoln Beach. I also assured him that he would catch some fish. He had brought home a nice cat and some white bass from Lindon, and his wife had HINTED that he needed to get some more of that good stuff for the table.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The wind blew all the way to Spanish Fork, but (as I had promised) it was calm at Lincoln Beach. The high water levels (yahoo) have pretty well wiped out all the best launching spots around Lincoln Beach, so we settled for putting in at the launch ramp. A lot of extra kicking for me, but TKB brought the motor for his pontoon.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We saw fish activity and metered some fish inside the channel, but I got only one light tap on plastics. We got out of the channel and began dragging bait and casting an assortment of spinners and plastics as we moved north toward the springs. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp inside the channel was 62 and was 1 degree warmer in the main lake when we launched about 6:45. There were a couple of boats that launched about the same time, and several more came out afterwards.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Lots of scenery and wildlife. The snow covered mountains across the lake were a nice background. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]There were quite a few pelicans, both on the water and later flying and gliding in big circles at high altitude. Saw some big rooster pheasants, some honkers and heard some cranes. There were quite a few grebes on the water, and several pairs were doing their PWC imitations as part of their courting rituals. A couple of those grebes popped up out of the water, after fish hunting dives, quite close to our tube and toons. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]No action until about 8:30. TKB drew first blood, with a 4.75# channel that beat him up pretty good. I was still concentrating on throwing lures, trying to get a walleye or some white bass. There were schools of fish breezing through at middepth in 7-8 feet of water. That is also the depth where we ultimately found the most cats.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After TKB netted his second kitty, a smaller one, I got serious about bait soakin'. I worked over into an area with a pronounce "edge", where the depth went from 6' to 8' within a couple of kicks. That was where we scored almost all of our "pickups". I bagged a 3# and a 2# channel in fairly quick succession and then went fishless the rest of the morning. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Well, not exactly. The carp were getting frisky along the edges of the lake again, and I was running low on my supply of carp meat. I kicked over to a weed covered newly submerged hump, where the carp were "frolicing". I got out of my Super Fat Cat and pushed it into some stickups to anchor it from the light breeze. I then "force fed" a jig to a 5# sized carp. The carp promtly powered into a mass of salt cedar, made a granny knot and a couple of half hitches with my line and swam off with my jig.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I unhooked my landing net and set up in a channel being used often by the carp, in about a foot of water. Two scoops later, I had a couple for the bait box in my freezer. Oh yeah, there was a boat that just cruised in and anchored close by and they were having a good time watching the antics of an old "white boy" netting carp. (while shuffling around in shallow water while still wearing his fins)[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I customarily leave the spring loaded lid on my fish basket open, with the spring detached. Shortly after kicking back out to "fish country" the largest of the two carp spied the opening above and launched out of the basket like a Polaris missile. Scared the heck out of me. I had just resolved myself to having to make do with only one bait carp when that smaller rascal followed the first one up and out.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]TKB had brought 5 channels to his toon by now, but the fishing died by the time I got back into action. The water temp had risen about 4 degrees, but we both dragged bait on two rods for another hour without hooking up. The two boys in the boat, fishing in shallower water, under bobbers, did bring in a small fish and had several more enthusiastic hooksets that resulted in nothing.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Oh yeah, TKB scored one last fish on the way back to the launch ramp. A hungry white bass slurped up the big piece of carp meat he was dragging for kitties. It wasn't a big one, but he kept it anyway. His wife decided she likes white bass.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The wind had been calm, with occasional riffles across the water. About 10, the wind came in from the north for awhile. I wondered if the forecast front was on the way, and we started moving back toward the harbor. The guys in the boat started packing up too, but they had their anchor firmly stuck in the rocks. No matter what they tried, it would not come loose. They finally cut the rope, but only after a lot of sawing with a very dull knife. TKB suggested that it was probably their fillet knife.[/#0000ff]
[#0000ff]Motorized TKB was almost back to the channel opening when the north wind stopped and a very strong south wind came out of nowhere. I was still a long way from sanctuary, and had to power kick for a long ways to get inside the channel. Then, I had to hug the south dike and keep kicking like crazy to make headway against the wind.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Had to dodge some wackos playing with their PWC next to the ramp while trying to stand up and get out on my tired old legs. TKB already had his trailer backed down to the ramp, so we loaded up and headed home.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]In spite of the fickle wind conditions, we had a fun morning. I think TKB has a new fondness for Utah Lake.[/#0000ff]
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