Boss and I's deal made weeks prior of "the next sunny day I am taking off for mental health" was met with a little hesitance last Friday. In expectation the weathermen were correct this Tuesday, I added I'll even take it as PTO in our Monday meeting (our company changed sick days to allow mental health but people abuse it). With my work covered, an abundance of days saved, today I spent a half day and couldn't of been happier.
I chose a quiet lake here on the west-side a little ways out of town I have been ITCHING to fish again. Not planted by WDFW, I know others that have encountered cutties 20+ inches here in the past. Arriving to the short .25mi trailhead downhill to the lake had me surprised by 4 other cars already parked
no room for my truck. I've changed the way I look at these situations getting older. As much as you want to be bummed, greed-fully hoping you'd been the only angler, it's just more opportunities to learn where the fish are. Possibly what they are (or in this case not) eating, and maybe meet good folk in the process.

This lake doesn't have much info written on it or any bug references. A couple of the other lakes in the drainage nearby share an inhabitant with my heart, the erpobdella leech so it was a no brainer what to start with. With the other anglers still onlooking at the new guy, I slipped the first 50ft of sink 5 line and shot it out for my first cast. Before I could grab the line to strip, my Orvis 1915 reel sang a surprise buzz. This would thankfully foreshadow the days fishing.

The first I would say is average for this lake: 12in, thick and healthy. A few more would follow in similar size, and then a dead-weight feeling tug. Snag or Fish? The dead-old question an angler asks himself when skimming the bottom, but the answer was given when a rocket ship disguised as a cutthroat launched from the lakes max depth of 10 ft. Thugging me to stay on the bottom after porpoising, it would be the first of three 18 inchers of the day.

A callibateis hatch took off and had me wondering if I was still in Western Washington. Swarms took grip on the lake's surface, the fish were everywhere.


Damsels sprinkled into the hatch, joining the party, though this poor bachelor was left watching.

Covered by the time it was over, probably ate a few with my badly timed lunch.

Okay back to the fish. I coaxed a few up during the hatch but I'll admit the tug from one of these fish was too good to resist the full sink setup I had going. Plus my dry fly felt a little shy with all the competition around, hard to get them to eat the one with hundreds hitting.

Lots of this going on during the release, I was wet and happy.

Even with the clear-cuts the scenery was great from the water.

Just wonderful.
I only got a chance to meet one of you others fishing. If you guys are on here shoot me a message, would love to talk more about the lakes with you sometime.
I chose a quiet lake here on the west-side a little ways out of town I have been ITCHING to fish again. Not planted by WDFW, I know others that have encountered cutties 20+ inches here in the past. Arriving to the short .25mi trailhead downhill to the lake had me surprised by 4 other cars already parked

This lake doesn't have much info written on it or any bug references. A couple of the other lakes in the drainage nearby share an inhabitant with my heart, the erpobdella leech so it was a no brainer what to start with. With the other anglers still onlooking at the new guy, I slipped the first 50ft of sink 5 line and shot it out for my first cast. Before I could grab the line to strip, my Orvis 1915 reel sang a surprise buzz. This would thankfully foreshadow the days fishing.

The first I would say is average for this lake: 12in, thick and healthy. A few more would follow in similar size, and then a dead-weight feeling tug. Snag or Fish? The dead-old question an angler asks himself when skimming the bottom, but the answer was given when a rocket ship disguised as a cutthroat launched from the lakes max depth of 10 ft. Thugging me to stay on the bottom after porpoising, it would be the first of three 18 inchers of the day.

A callibateis hatch took off and had me wondering if I was still in Western Washington. Swarms took grip on the lake's surface, the fish were everywhere.


Damsels sprinkled into the hatch, joining the party, though this poor bachelor was left watching.

Covered by the time it was over, probably ate a few with my badly timed lunch.

Okay back to the fish. I coaxed a few up during the hatch but I'll admit the tug from one of these fish was too good to resist the full sink setup I had going. Plus my dry fly felt a little shy with all the competition around, hard to get them to eat the one with hundreds hitting.

Lots of this going on during the release, I was wet and happy.

Even with the clear-cuts the scenery was great from the water.

Just wonderful.
I only got a chance to meet one of you others fishing. If you guys are on here shoot me a message, would love to talk more about the lakes with you sometime.


