Inconsistent bite (for me)

[Buzzy]

Unless you're willing to skid a pram or other boat down a steep bank, you better have 4-wheel drive.



Perfect weather, cool and overcast with barely a breeze



The only BMW I drive



First fish of the day (there weren't many (for me)



She still has a lot of spawn in here, I was tempted to "milk the doe" but just let her go



I managed seven to the net, missed several and lost two. The water was 66.5°F. Lots of algae in the main body of the lake but no floating masses so no issues fouling a fly. Lots of mayfly spinners in the channel but very few rises out on the main body of the lake (I wonder if the trout can see the spinners given the algae bloom?).

No cougars, ticks or rattlesnakes. Seven deer - two fawns following their mother through wheat to where I could see the ears bouncing through the tall wheat stalks, I wish I could have gotten that on video.

 

[Merle]

I like that fly Pat. How do you fish it, retrieved on a sinking line?

Nice fish too!

 

[Buzzy]

I like that fly Pat. How do you fish it, retrieved on a sinking line?

Nice fish too!

Andy - I hang it under and indicator and usually it's a dropper below something else.

 

[skyriver]

Looks like a great day!

 

[Salmo_g]

Hmmm, I thought that lake was only open on the days when the wind is blowing against what ever way you're going in the channel. Yer livin' a blessed life Buzzy!

 

[Yardus]

So, I'm not the only one that has had to drag their boat through heavy aquatic weeds up wind both ways through that channel.

 

[Irafly]

So, I'm not the only one that has had to drag their boat through heavy aquatic weeds up wind both ways through that channel.

Did you see my post on the forum that shall not be named? Debacle was in the title. Thought I was going to die that day.

 

[Yardus]

I did and I found it hilariously similar to my adventure. 90 degrees and blowing 35+. About halfway to the launch I had to do some soul searching to make it the rest of the way.

 

[Buzzy]

Three of us were fishing the lake one afternoon; DK had a Livingston that we'd ride in and use it as our stage to get into (and out of) our donut float tubes. Of course the wind came up. The trolling motor battery died just as we got into the channel; no oars, just a paddle. I jumped out and grabbed the bowline and started pulling the Livingston back. DK was sitting on the beer cooler in the stern of the boat and Ruben was giving me non-stop lines of BS. Just as we got past the big shallow bay, the boat hung up on an steel rod driven into the lake bottom. I slacked off on the bow line, the boat drifted back in the wind. After it cleared the rod, I heaved hard on the bow line, into the drink goes DK. Backwards off the beer cooler. He came up spitting and spitting mad. Ruben and I were laughing which didn't make DK any happier. 30 plus years later DK still thinks I intentionally tried to dunk him and vows he's going to get even.

 

[Yardus]

"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions. But, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long."