Well, I was all excited to fish today since I had the day off. I actually have the whole week off (starting a new gig on Monday), but today looked like the least miserable day to be outside.
Steelhead? Hmm, the river I had luck on last week was high. Yeah, I know...all the "normal" steelhead rivers are super low right now. Naw, not steelhead.
SRC? Hmm, nope. Just couldn't get hyped enough about it. So this left trout. Oh, I know! I'll go catch big-ass bows (that don't fight very hard) at Cady and probably have the lake to myself. Well, I was definitely by myself...out on the road. Here's what the southern entrance looked like-
Probably 2 1/2 feet at the crest of the plowed stuff, but an honest 10" anywhere in the open. The next entrance was even worse. And just over the hill towards Dewatto Bay they still have over a foot! It must have been 15 or 16" before melting down. Crazy.
Also...the lake probably had ice and snow on it. Here's Tee Lake, just down the road, where there was slightly less snow.
So Cady was NOT an option. Ok, let's go see how the bay looks. The bay was gorgeous. Nice and calm, tide starting to come in. No more crazy salmon causing chaos. Cool, let's go out in the Commander and catch some SRCs. Maybe get lucky with some rezzies.
Well, there was literally no place to park my damn truck. The road was plowed just enough to possibly allow 2 cars past each other, but lots of stretches where it would be single file. I found 1 spot that might be good enough, but the sheriff could easily ticket me for parking on the road (literally on the road) and I wouldn't blame him (or her).
And, while I was sitting there contemplating my stoke level a couple of rednecks drove by in an old Ford F250 with plastic for a back window. Not that big of deal, but they literally stared at me as they went by and KEPT staring as they drove away. Maybe they thought I needed help? Naw, I grew up in the sticks. I'm from a redneck family. I know that look. Unfortunately, it's the look of opportunity.
I didn't feel like blowing up the Commander and then packing it with all 3 rods I brought along with everything else (pumps, fish finder, battery) I brought for Cady just so Joe & Billy Bob would have nothing to rob out of my truck AFTER they broke a window. So I bailed.
Did I stop at Purdy on the way home to catch a SRC that half of Tacoma has C&R'd? Nope, just couldn't muster it after that.
So my 1 hour of packing and getting the rods ready last night and over 2 hours round-trip driving to Cady was a total bust. No line cast today. I haven't struck out like that in quite some time.
If I had a damn duck dog I could've gone hunting. Ugh...
Steelhead? Hmm, the river I had luck on last week was high. Yeah, I know...all the "normal" steelhead rivers are super low right now. Naw, not steelhead.
SRC? Hmm, nope. Just couldn't get hyped enough about it. So this left trout. Oh, I know! I'll go catch big-ass bows (that don't fight very hard) at Cady and probably have the lake to myself. Well, I was definitely by myself...out on the road. Here's what the southern entrance looked like-
Probably 2 1/2 feet at the crest of the plowed stuff, but an honest 10" anywhere in the open. The next entrance was even worse. And just over the hill towards Dewatto Bay they still have over a foot! It must have been 15 or 16" before melting down. Crazy.
Also...the lake probably had ice and snow on it. Here's Tee Lake, just down the road, where there was slightly less snow.
So Cady was NOT an option. Ok, let's go see how the bay looks. The bay was gorgeous. Nice and calm, tide starting to come in. No more crazy salmon causing chaos. Cool, let's go out in the Commander and catch some SRCs. Maybe get lucky with some rezzies.
Well, there was literally no place to park my damn truck. The road was plowed just enough to possibly allow 2 cars past each other, but lots of stretches where it would be single file. I found 1 spot that might be good enough, but the sheriff could easily ticket me for parking on the road (literally on the road) and I wouldn't blame him (or her).
And, while I was sitting there contemplating my stoke level a couple of rednecks drove by in an old Ford F250 with plastic for a back window. Not that big of deal, but they literally stared at me as they went by and KEPT staring as they drove away. Maybe they thought I needed help? Naw, I grew up in the sticks. I'm from a redneck family. I know that look. Unfortunately, it's the look of opportunity.
I didn't feel like blowing up the Commander and then packing it with all 3 rods I brought along with everything else (pumps, fish finder, battery) I brought for Cady just so Joe & Billy Bob would have nothing to rob out of my truck AFTER they broke a window. So I bailed.
Did I stop at Purdy on the way home to catch a SRC that half of Tacoma has C&R'd? Nope, just couldn't muster it after that.
So my 1 hour of packing and getting the rods ready last night and over 2 hours round-trip driving to Cady was a total bust. No line cast today. I haven't struck out like that in quite some time.
If I had a damn duck dog I could've gone hunting. Ugh...
