Not asking for secret spots or flies etc, just wondering if anyone has been past or fished Lone Lake recently..? Algae bloom as bad as Pass Lake by chance..?
Thank you
Thank you
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Gonna go there tomorrow afternoon. I plan to post a report.Not asking for secret spots or flies etc, just wondering if anyone has been past or fished Lone Lake recently..? Algae bloom as bad as Pass Lake by chance..?
Thank you
It’s good, but it’s no “vulcanize,” which I challenge you to use in a fishing sentence.Gonna go there tomorrow afternoon. I plan to post a report.
Thinking that lake is shallow enough to have cooled well enough by now to galvanize the trout.
Don’t you just love that word, “galvanize”?!
Last week I caught a deformed bass that had vulcanize. Looked just like Spock!It’s good, but it’s no “vulcanize,” which I challenge you to use in a fishing sentence.
Of course the North Ohioan comes up with an entry. You can probably smell the tire plants from where you are sitting!Last week I caught a deformed bass that had vulcanize. Looked just like Spock!
No algae at Lone. Pass looked thick with it. Deep green color. I’ve never seen algae that bad before. Made me wonder if something weird got into the water to make it bloom that hard.Not asking for secret spots or flies etc, just wondering if anyone has been past or fished Lone Lake recently..? Algae bloom as bad as Pass Lake by chance..?
Thank you
Strong work.Rather than turn to the vulcanized baits of the bass boys, I use the spun hair of land animals which excite and galvanize "big lips" into action!
Steve was late, again, on account not just of his 15 minutes of trying to expel a constipatory bezoar into the fetid miasma of Lone Lake's long drop, but because someone, probably Ford Fenders, someone familiar with the business of tires and rubber, someone, while he was in the shitter no less, had taken the trouble to vulcanize Steve's rubber-soled boot-foot waders to the exterior spare tire of his mint pink '98 Suzuki Sidekick which remained parked, for Steve's convenience, in the middle of the boat launch for the entire duration of his shit, during which not just did Steve expel a significant mass, but someone, maybe Ira, had carefully chemically attached, through methods involving sulfur, heat, and pressure, each wader foot so that they straddled any donut parts of his float tube, meaning in essence that it, the float tube that is, and not Steve, or the turd he just dropped, was now pinned at a rakish angle to the already retreaded sorta original Sidekick's "Toyo" spare tire, all of it, the waders, the float tube, now basically one with the Pink Sidekick's not-so-elegant lines, the whole mess of it looking like a deep sea fish absorbing its mate through it's skin or carapace or whatever, the whole scene only made still more bizarre with varied noises- say-grunts and sighs- of Steve trying to pull the firmly affixed boots from their new chemical weld, the Sidekick's 26 year-old-suspension protesting his attempts with various squeaks and pops, his sad-man Reebooks crunching and slipping on the gravel either side of the concrete washboard of a launch, failures of purchase, first left, then right, then with a lot of Steve force, both sneakers, the whole pink Sidekick and wader brown and float tube blue moving to and fro, like one of those kids playground toys welded to a giant truck spring on one end while the other end is buried in a subterranean concrete cylinder, so, yes, absolutely, there was some oscillatory motion evident re the Sidekick's inertia vs Steve's ertia, some back and forth, while a crowd of onlookers pointed and at least someone, maybe Ira, maybe Ford Fenders, says loud enough for Steve to hear: "those aren't comin' off easy, I mean, they are seriously, like vulcanized on dude!"It’s good, but it’s no “vulcanize,” which I challenge you to use in a fishing sentence.

I deal more in multi colored foam, so I don’t think it was me.Steve was late, again, on account not just of his 15 minutes of trying to expel a constipatory bezoar into the fetid miasma of Lone Lake's long drop, but because someone, probably Ford Fenders, someone familiar with the business of tires and rubber, someone, while he was in the shitter no less, had taken the trouble to vulcanize Steve's rubber-soled boot-foot waders to the exterior spare tire of his mint pink '98 Suzuki Sidekick which remained parked, for Steve's convenience, in the middle of the boat launch for the entire duration of his shit, during which not just did Steve expel a significant mass, but someone, maybe Ira, had carefully chemically attached, through methods involving sulfur, heat, and pressure, each wader foot so that they straddled any donut parts of his float tube, meaning in essence that it, the float tube that is, and not Steve, or the turd he just dropped, was now pinned at a rakish angle to the already retreaded sorta original Sidekick's "Toyo" spare tire, all of it, the waders, the float tube, now basically one with the Pink Sidekick's not-so-elegant lines, the whole mess of it looking like a deep sea fish absorbing its mate through it's skin or carapace or whatever, the whole scene only made still more bizarre with varied noises- say-grunts and sighs- of Steve trying to pull the firmly affixed boots from their new chemical weld, the Sidekick's 26 year-old-suspension protesting his attempts with various squeaks and pops, his sad-man Reebooks crunching and slipping on the gravel either side of the concrete washboard of a launch, failures of purchase, first left, then right, then with a lot of Steve force, both sneakers, the whole pink Sidekick and wader brown and float tube blue moving to and fro, like one of those kids playground toys welded to a giant truck spring on one end while the other end is buried in a subterranean concrete cylinder, so, yes, absolutely, there was some oscillatory motion evident re the Sidekick's inertia vs Steve's ertia, some back and forth, while a crowd of onlookers pointed and at least someone, maybe Ira, maybe Ford Fenders, says loud enough for Steve to hear: "those aren't comin' off easy, I mean, they are seriously, like vulcanized on dude!"
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