I had today to get out, and though the weather forecast wasn't great, it seemed manageable. I went back to what's becoming my go-to easy high lake. The drive isn't bad, the approach is a fine little workout, and I know it holds some pretty nice fish. I started running into fresh snow at about 4800', and approaching the lake admired the widening views.
The air temp was right around freezing, and the ground all ice crystals, but it was calm and pleasant as I rigged up.
I wasn't sure what to expect, with the water temperature in the low 40's, but fairly quickly found a player.... which LDR'd itself. As predicted, clouds started building, and it got a bit windier. I'd forgotten to bring my full fingered neoprene gloves, and both my hands and feet were less than comfortable after a while.
After about 90 minutes and two more LDRs, I was getting ready to take a break, drink some tea from the thermos, and think about calling it a day. But that would mean taking a skunking; which somehow makes the whole experience just a bit less rewarding. Kicking back to the launch, I was watching snow showers brush nearby hillsides, then fortune smiled on me.
Back on shore, I was getting pelted with big wet flakes, and realized just how cold I really felt. Time to pack it up and boogie.
I passed this little pond on the way out and admired the frozen grasses.
Driving home, I stopped and watched some Kokanee heading up their creek.
That may be it for the season.
The air temp was right around freezing, and the ground all ice crystals, but it was calm and pleasant as I rigged up.
I wasn't sure what to expect, with the water temperature in the low 40's, but fairly quickly found a player.... which LDR'd itself. As predicted, clouds started building, and it got a bit windier. I'd forgotten to bring my full fingered neoprene gloves, and both my hands and feet were less than comfortable after a while.
After about 90 minutes and two more LDRs, I was getting ready to take a break, drink some tea from the thermos, and think about calling it a day. But that would mean taking a skunking; which somehow makes the whole experience just a bit less rewarding. Kicking back to the launch, I was watching snow showers brush nearby hillsides, then fortune smiled on me.
Back on shore, I was getting pelted with big wet flakes, and realized just how cold I really felt. Time to pack it up and boogie.
I passed this little pond on the way out and admired the frozen grasses.
Driving home, I stopped and watched some Kokanee heading up their creek.
That may be it for the season.
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