It is no secret – I lack excitement to fish the lakes, frequently commenting about the boredom which I would find there. Due to this attitude, the past couple of weeks, Dustin and I have bushwhacked in search of small creeks with tiny pockets of fishable water. While it has been an adventure, we have spent more time “adventuring”. Adventures complete with close moose encounters (two bulls about 30 yards away), trudging through muck, hitting a hatch on a backwater, and tangling in willows. Fish have made their ways to the ends of our lines, and for me, they were awesome. I like the ones for which I have to work! Unfortunately, Dustin does not share this opinion, and has been asking me to hit up some lakes. I thwart his plans every weekend, but I could not this past weekend. He had his heart set on lake fishing.
Alas, we finally took out our float tubes in search of hungry trout. I in borrowed waders, and Dustin in his broken flipper. Crystal clear 58º water welcomed us, and not a sign of run-off was in sight. Chilly and wet weather seemed to keep a lot of people home, but Dustin and I didn’t mind. As for the fishing – we found enough fat trout to keep me thoroughly entertained throughout the day, which came as a surprise. The smallest fish caught was a 15-16” cutbow (I think?), which looked like he’d missed a lot of meals compared to his friends. In fact, my little hands proved to be a problem, as I couldn’t get the right grip on a couple of these over-indulgent trout.
This was another trip on which we took the new Cabela’s 4wts. The rods performed beautifully as I was still able to cast successfully in a stiff wind. Bringing in fish on these rods is such a treat. The firm butt and soft tip really work magic. We owe these finds to man that has really helped Dustin and I quite a lot – I am not sure we’d be catching fish if it weren’t for him! My borrowed waders, also owed to this man, kept me dry all day long. Not a leak in sight. Also, Tak’s choronomid seemed to be a ticket for Dustin…he sure knows what the fish like in their bellies. Thanks to Gordon over at Angler’s Roost, Dustin was able to tie up a few for our trip – he loaned Dus his UV light. On a last minute stop at Jax, we met Caleb, who suggested a good spot to try our luck. He knows his stuff since he fishes there 3-4 days a week. Dus and I sure have met some super stellar people that are so willing to help us be successful on the water.
To be honest, I thought I’d thoroughly get my butt handed to me the first time on a lake. Fishing the white-capped water, while my feet dangled, and my hands worked to strip line was quite enjoyable; I am anxious to try the non-flowing water once more. I was dead wrong – lake fishing is for me, well at least when all the rivers are blown…