Arid Cataract Lake. April 2025. I havenβt been doing as much fishing as I should be in 2025, especially for a retired dude. But I do like fishing this Eastern Washington lake in the spring. At the end of the first week in April, a friend and I drove over from the wet side for some sunshine.

I have fished here often over the years and was pretty confident (omenβ¦) that I would have success with chironomids in specific spots. The spring wildflowers were busting out, but the water (and wind) was cold still. I tried several spots where I usually have success with a multi-fly rig, but it just wasnβt as productive as I had hoped. On the first day, I had one monster break me off late in the fight. Frustrated with my lack of success dangling chironomids, I trolled a pair of streamers for a while, as much to warm up as anything. I missed one strike, but I later hooked up with a chunky rainbow β first fish of 2025. It fought quite well but eventually I slipped it into the net.

The next day, I picked up one fish fairly early on my usual chironomid setup in a spot where I could see cruising fish. It ripped off most of my fly line before I managed to slow the first run. Then, it blasted back toward me and I had to reel like mad to keep tension on the line. We then engaged in hand-to-hand combat as it resisted my attempts to bring it into netting range.

I was finally successful and slipped this nice fish into the net for a few pictures before sending it on its way.

On the last day, I was completely skunked: no runs, no hits, no errors. And what made the situation more frustrating was that I was anchored up next to pairs of anglers in three aluminum boats that were picking up fish regularly. When I talked to them later, they shared that they were fishing a size 14 chronie with a red rib in 16 feet of water in a spot where the bottom was about 21 feet. I didnβt have the right gear to fish these long leaders and the flies that I was using were much smaller than the size 14s that were successful for them. And I had chosen the smaller chironomids because they seemed to be a good match to the chironomids that I saw emerging. I rigged up a make-shift option that got my flies to the bottom, but I was probably too deep to target these suspended fish. And without a fish finder, I would have had a challenging time finding the right depth (but not impossible if I thought it through...). So, a frustrating trip and I stubbornly relied too much on previous success rather than think my way through the situation. But I will probably go back in a week or so better equipped (but likely fighting the last warβ¦).
Steve