Same for me, I bet it’s been 5 years or more. There used to be some huge trout in there. I was trolling the weed beds one day and had a fish part some 10lb maxima! From what I understand those days are gone.
I seem to remember camping between the two lakes (probably close to the east end of the lake 1 (which I think should be lake 2 because it is further downstream, enginerds!)) and fishing Merry, or was it Bobby? I can't tell from Google Earth if those two lakes still exist or if they've been overtaken with sediment/phragmites/bullrushes/tules....
Ibuprofen, don't leave home without it! I remember being at the far end of the lake and seeing the dust storm on the horizon headed my way. I threw out the type 5 and a size 8 Pez fly and let the wind push me towards the launch. I had to stick the oars in the water to slow me down. Somehow a real thoroughbred race horse of a trout managed to catch that fly. I was lucky and released that trout at the other end of the lake without overshooting the launch.
I loved going to those lakes 30-35 years ago when the trout were large. They hit hard too. If you were stripping in a damsel nymph or other nymphs you’d get a bite followed by your reel screaming and a trout jumping a few times, unless it was a brown trout. I used to regularly use dry flies (Calabaetis mayfly, spent spinner, comparaduns and adult damsels. I preferred to catch the 16 - 17 inchers because they fought harder than the larger experienced fish.
That's what I figured, thanks Scott. I used to wade fish Nunnally after work - the southwest shoreline was easy wading - before the damn phragmites took over.
Possibly crossed paths way back when....... I bet that was tremendous fun.
Miss those days! I bet we crossed paths.
I imagine a few of us may have crossed paths way back when . . .
Ah, sight casting! I suppose that's a big part of why I love carpin' - but that's thread drift so back to lakes 1 & 2. I was in my old donut Caddis tube kicking slowly along (lake 1 that should be lake 2 because it is downstream) when I saw a big German brown slowly swim by. I managed to strip in my line and cast ahead of the brown and he ate. So cool!! That was probably 30+ years ago and I can still picture it (not bad for an old fart).
