The weather forecast last night showed very little "W" (they got that right) and sunshine (they got that right and wrong). At least the smoke wasn't too bad.
Ready to launch, just a puff of a breeze (perfect) and quite sunny.
There's a stream that feeds into this part of the link to Potholes, it seems the water clarity is clearer at the launch than most of this mostly shallow part of the drainage.
I motored across the lake to an area that often holds fish but about the time I shut off the 30# thrust Minnkota, my shadow became hazy, clouds were drifting in from the south and west. With the algae and the clouds, I wasn't able to see fish until I was almost right on top of them and they were skittish. Muddy bubble trails, hundreds of them today.
I'd tied up a new to me pattern, it went either unseen or was refused or more likely - I spooked the fish, hard to tell given the cruddy light and algae. Three hours, four fly changes - as I did see one refusal on my usual hybrid before my usual little jig paid off.
Mirror, mirror
For lack of a better term, there was a brief "hole in the clouds" and I spotted the mirror carp mudding, saw him move out of his mud plume and eat the jig. Gotta love a capr eat when you see it so clearly (the fish was maybe ten feet in front of the bow of my pram).
The clouds blocked the sun again and I kept trying to find another fish - I did but when I struck I foul hooked the fish and that was it for about 4.5 hours of fishing.
Time for bite of lunch
Ready to launch, just a puff of a breeze (perfect) and quite sunny.
There's a stream that feeds into this part of the link to Potholes, it seems the water clarity is clearer at the launch than most of this mostly shallow part of the drainage.
I motored across the lake to an area that often holds fish but about the time I shut off the 30# thrust Minnkota, my shadow became hazy, clouds were drifting in from the south and west. With the algae and the clouds, I wasn't able to see fish until I was almost right on top of them and they were skittish. Muddy bubble trails, hundreds of them today.
I'd tied up a new to me pattern, it went either unseen or was refused or more likely - I spooked the fish, hard to tell given the cruddy light and algae. Three hours, four fly changes - as I did see one refusal on my usual hybrid before my usual little jig paid off.
Mirror, mirror
For lack of a better term, there was a brief "hole in the clouds" and I spotted the mirror carp mudding, saw him move out of his mud plume and eat the jig. Gotta love a capr eat when you see it so clearly (the fish was maybe ten feet in front of the bow of my pram).
The clouds blocked the sun again and I kept trying to find another fish - I did but when I struck I foul hooked the fish and that was it for about 4.5 hours of fishing.
Time for bite of lunch
