03-04-2013, 01:00 AM
My fishing friends/family are pretty dedicated gorge hard deckers. But the elements of chance dictated that it would be very convenient to fish big blue instead. So we left at 3 am for my first bear lake fishing experience.
We were fishing before it got light. The first few hours were spent trying to entice fish to bite. I had fish charge my jigs, sometimes traveling 20 vertical feet, only to turn away at the last second. I persistently changed rigs every time one was rejected. Finally around ten I caught a nice cuttie and switched both rods to that offering. Several minutes later I had a fish rush my jig and absolutely hammer it. I thought it might be big because of the hit but then it came up pretty easily. Once it hit about thirty foot mark it decided that was enough. It turned and burned 50 feet right back to the bottom. I just started to scream for help. Keep in mind that I'm using the yellow eagle claw seven dollar fiberglass rod. After 15 minutes and several runs I iced my biggest Mack ever. A thirty in beauty.
Ten minutes later my dads starts yelling and we help him land a 28 in her. He then follows that up with a 30 incher that was a twin to my first. After I helped him land that one I got back to my tent and there was a fish eyeballing my jig. I twitched it once and reeled in a nice 20" cut. As I was letting back out a fish charged off the bottom thirty feet and pasted my jig. I set the hook into a monster. Twenty minutes later I landed a super thick/fat 33" fish that weighed 22. Even though it only had a few inches on the other fish it dwarfed them. The only way I can describe it is the difference betwee n a mature/imature bucks body. After taking pics and rebating I started letting out. As my jig defended two fish charged it. Iwasnt able to cock my bell in time. The line just went slack. I reeled up the excess and set the hook. This time my brothers family took turns reeling in another 30 inch Mac.
We fished for another hour with only lookers on the sonar then left for home at 2. There were six fishermen in our group. Me and my dad landed 5 Mack's(The smallest was 9 pounds) and 4 cut throats. The other four fishermen didn't get bit. My brother stayed and caught a twelve pound Mack at dark. All macs are still swimming. The first two pics are of the big one. I think I might try bear lake again someday.
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We were fishing before it got light. The first few hours were spent trying to entice fish to bite. I had fish charge my jigs, sometimes traveling 20 vertical feet, only to turn away at the last second. I persistently changed rigs every time one was rejected. Finally around ten I caught a nice cuttie and switched both rods to that offering. Several minutes later I had a fish rush my jig and absolutely hammer it. I thought it might be big because of the hit but then it came up pretty easily. Once it hit about thirty foot mark it decided that was enough. It turned and burned 50 feet right back to the bottom. I just started to scream for help. Keep in mind that I'm using the yellow eagle claw seven dollar fiberglass rod. After 15 minutes and several runs I iced my biggest Mack ever. A thirty in beauty.
Ten minutes later my dads starts yelling and we help him land a 28 in her. He then follows that up with a 30 incher that was a twin to my first. After I helped him land that one I got back to my tent and there was a fish eyeballing my jig. I twitched it once and reeled in a nice 20" cut. As I was letting back out a fish charged off the bottom thirty feet and pasted my jig. I set the hook into a monster. Twenty minutes later I landed a super thick/fat 33" fish that weighed 22. Even though it only had a few inches on the other fish it dwarfed them. The only way I can describe it is the difference betwee n a mature/imature bucks body. After taking pics and rebating I started letting out. As my jig defended two fish charged it. Iwasnt able to cock my bell in time. The line just went slack. I reeled up the excess and set the hook. This time my brothers family took turns reeling in another 30 inch Mac.
We fished for another hour with only lookers on the sonar then left for home at 2. There were six fishermen in our group. Me and my dad landed 5 Mack's(The smallest was 9 pounds) and 4 cut throats. The other four fishermen didn't get bit. My brother stayed and caught a twelve pound Mack at dark. All macs are still swimming. The first two pics are of the big one. I think I might try bear lake again someday.
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